Chapter 22
Ziya
“He’s an adult,” I said in my defense.
“Fuck. I think you just broke my fucking foot, Zi.”
“Oh, you two…” Mom started crying again. Tears of joy this time.
Twenty minutes later, I finally had the house to myself again. As soon as I closed the door in Betty’s face, I rushed over to my phone and searched for Max’s number.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” I cried out when my battery went dead just as I wanted to call him. “Jesus!”
Of course, it took me another three freakin minutes to find a charger. I’d forgotten I took it with me to the bedroom yesterday. When it was charged a bit and ready to call, someone interrupted me once more. The doorbell rang.
“Oh, come on!” I cried out, stomping to the door.
As I opened it, I got the shock of a lifetime. It was my douchebag ex-boyfriend, Henry, who stood in front of my door.
“Hey, Ziiii. You’re alive, baby! Oh my God, you have no idea h-how hard it was without you by my side. I can’t believe you’re still here, baby. I-I need another chance. Please, Zi, I went crazy thinking you might be d-dead.” He hiccupped.
“Are you fucking drunk?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
He ran his hands through his long dark brown curls, shaking his head. “Uh- M-maybe a l-little. But I meant every word I just said.”
Henry barged inside, pushing me to the side. “Hey!” I shouted, closing the door to keep the noise down. I didn’t want to bother the neighbors with this shit. “You need to leave,” I then hissed. “Right now!”
“Why?” he asked, almost crying. Ugh, what a fake. “Don’t you want me back?”
“No. I don’t want you back, Henry.”
“Huh?”
“A month ago, I probably would have taken you back because I was a stupid idiot back then, but I’m in love with someone else now. So, please leave.”
“Ugh.” He scoffed. “Tell me you’re n-not talking about that little boy they say was with you.”
I sighed. That little boy was more adult and man than Henry would ever be, but I didn’t want to have a discussion with my ex right now. I just wanted him to get the fuck out of my house.
“Leave, Henry!” I shrieked.
“Oh-kay, okay, jeez,” he replied, holding his hands up in defense. “I’ll go. But... fuck, I think I need to puke or something. Bring me a glass of water, babe.”
“God damn it.” I stomped to the kitchen to fill him a glass of water. “When you’ve finished this glass you need to leave!”
I heard him mumble something back, thinking he was talking to me. However, as I walked back into the living room, I came to know he wasn’t talking to me at all. He was talking on my phone.
“...!”
“Well, MAX, Ziya can’t talk to you now, cause she’s with me—”
“Henry, you fucking ass—NO!” cried out as I saw my phone slipping from his hand, only to fall to the floor. It broke. “No! Fuck! Look at what you have done!” I screamed, picking up my phone. The screen was shattered.
Without Max’s number, I had no way to reach him, at least not right now. And to make it worse, Max thinks I’m with Henry! “WHAT DID YOU TELL HIM?” I screamed, grabbing Henry’s cheeks, pressing into his face with my fingertips, hoping I would bruise his skin.
Henry hiccupped again. “I said he needed to piss off. And that you’re m-mine.”
MAX
“Damn it, Zi!”
I threw my phone beside me, making it bounce up and down on the couch. I felt frustrated and worried as fuck. Why didn’t she just pick up my calls or answer my messages? I could see she read my messages, yet she didn’t respond. She’d read the first text hours ago! And I’d send another one and another one, and so on. Plus, I’d tried to call her, too. But after one or two rings, it went straight to voicemail, meaning she intentionally declined my calls. I hadn’t heard from her since yesterday.
My friend Danny looked at me, shaking his head. He’s been visiting me every day since I’ve returned. He was the guy that was supposed to go on the cruise vacation with me. Danny cried when he first saw me again, and that was so weird because I had never seen him cry before. He also said sorry like eight times. I didn’t know why he said it, though, because if he would have joined me for the cruise, he might have ended up dead.
After I’d told him about Ziya, the guy pitied me a lot less. According to him, I’d spent two weeks on a tropical island with a hot babe beside me.
I couldn’t call him a liar.
“Leave the woman alone, man,” Danny said. “She’s probably sleeping or working, or something, and you’re stalking her like some obsessive lunatic. She needs rest.”
As if he knew?! But, maybe he was right. “I don’t know... It doesn’t sit right with me for some reason.” I let out another sigh before I grabbed my phone up and tried again. This time it went straight to voicemail!
“Let’s order food,” Danny quickly suggested. “I can see you need some sugar.”
“Fine. Maybe you’re right. Maybe she’s just working and I’m too fucking worried over this.”
What we’d been through was a lot, so maybe her body needed more rest than mine did.
“Uhhhh, you think?” Danny asked.
I slapped him with a pillow. “Just order us some food, Danny.”
“What would you like?”
“Don’t care.”
“Oh, come on. You know I can never decide,” he whined.
“Chinese.”
“Good choice.”
While Danny made the call, I reluctantly ignored my itching fingers wanting to grab my phone again. I was such a bad friend at the moment, being grumpy and all, but I couldn’t help myself. “I’m gonna take a shower,” I announced, standing up.
He held up his thumb and said it would take about thirty minutes before the food was going to get delivered before he proceeded with the call, giving the company my address.
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In the shower, I did what I had done every day since my return home: I jacked off fantasizing about her.
The image of her lips wrapped around my cock, her head bobbing up and down while her tits jiggled at the movements, and her blond hair fell on top of my thighs.
“Ahhh...!” I moaned, releasing myself.
It wasn’t the real deal, but it was at least something. I picked up the showerhead and aimed at the shower door, letting the water spray against the glass, removing the mess of cum I’d left. The window had been her breasts in my imagination, coating them as I had done on the island.
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