Page 161 of Toxic Wishes
After about ten minutes of talking to myself while a waitress brought me a drink I had yet to finish, I spotted Naomi. Jenna was with her, but it looked like she was already trashed, and Naomi was trying to get her to stay out later, which is understandable. I’m sure Jenna never gets out now with the baby, and Naomi misses having her around. I assumed that Troy was back at the new place he had bought with his precious baby girl. I was happy for him. Now that things have become routine, he’s doing much better handling being a dad and a husband.
I lowered my hoodie so she wouldn’t recognize me as I kept my head down and sipped my drink. I dared not to look up until I knew she had to be gone. I focused on my drink to help pass the time.
“Who’s this guy sitting by himself?”
Fuck!
I wanted to run and hide, but it was too late. I slowly lifted my gaze to meet Naomi’s blue eyes and blonde hair that framed her face. She looked like she had one too many already.
“Hi, handsome.” She says as she sits beside me, forcing me to scoot over.
“May I join you?”
I didn’t even bother to answer.
“For someone about to play a huge game Sunday, you don’t look too happy, and I doubt drinking will help.”
“It’s my first one,” I say tersely.
“Well, I know a better drug to help take the edge off.” She leans in and starts nibbling my ear as she slips her hands down my pants. What’s shocking is my body doesn’t respond like it usually would.
“Naomi,” I say as I take her hand away and place it back in her lap.
“Not here.”
“Let's go back to your place then. The night is still young. We could fuck all night like we used to. That used to always prepare you for an all-star game, baby.” She starts kissing down my neck.
I’m a guy. The memory of all the times we have fucked causes my dick to spring to life. But it’s fleeting. It would be so easy to get lost in her body right now. Because it’s been so long since I’ve been with a woman, but I can’t. For some reason, it would feel like the ultimate betrayal to Abigail.
I move my head a couple of centimeters away from her lips, causing her to stop.
“What's wrong?” She says with more attitude than concern, “Don’t tell me you are like this because of Abigail. Because I’m not dumb, Colt. I saw the way you looked at each other. I know you guys banged, but I’m over it. I forgive you. I know a man has needs.”
My eyebrows furrow as I turn to face her head-on.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes, my mom always said if a man wants to roam, let him roam because he’ll always return to the real owner. Just like a dog.”
“So you want to settle for a man that bangs your cousin, as you put it, and then comes back to you because your mom compared you to an analogy that applies to dogs?”
Naomi looked dumbfounded, as if what I said was imposterous. And I could finally see the person underneath that perfect exterior for the first time. Naomi wasn’t a strong, beautiful woman; she was weak and insecure, and I pitied her.
“For one, if the circumstances were different and you weren’t forced to be in the same household, it wouldn’t have happened. And you know I’m right. There’s no way you're going to go from this to that,” she raises a hand, pointing to the doors.
“And I know I was hard on you after my father's death, and I’m sorry, babe.” She starts to run her fingers in her hand. “But we have been through so much. I know that means something to you, especially after losing the baby.”
Here we go again—the guilt-tripping.
“Here’s your drink, ma’am,” The lady from the bar says as she sets it in front of Naomi.
“But I’m ready for a fresh new start, Colt. We can try again.”
Okay, She has officially lost her mind.
“Naomi, we aren’t together. Why would we try and have a kid?”
“Because we are meant to be together. Think about it. We’ll always be in each other's lives. I’m Jenna’s cousin. You see me all the time anyway because you and Troy are friends, and that’s her husband, it just makes sense. So eventually, once you realize I'm the one who got away, we’ll try again for kids and have what Troy and Jenna have. A perfect happy family.”