"Hard decision." I nodded at her. I never knew what to get when I came here, but I knew Clementine loved the biscuits.

“Maybe I’ll get a chicken-fried steak and gravy and some biscuits on the side.” She grinned.

“Sure, big Bertha.” I winked at her and she glared at me. I laughed as I stared at her face. I felt my heart stop as I stared at her. Everything about Clementine was familiar to me. Being with her was so natural. I was scared that she was going to meet someone else and everything was going to change. I didn’t want anything to change. I wanted everything to remain exactly as it was.

Chapter Four

“I’m sure you look gorgeous.” I spoke into the phone as Clementine waited on her date to show up at the restaurant. “The dress you bought looked great.” I muttered as I thought about the slinky dress she’d bought at the mall. I hadn’t been pleased about the purchase. It had looked a bit too slinky for me, but she hadn’t cared what I thought. I was pleased that I’d stopped her from cutting her gorgeous hair off. “Call me when you’re done and let me know how it goes.”

“Sure,” she whispered into the phone. “Oh, Rhett, I’m so nervous.”

“You have nothing to be nervous about, Clemmie.”

“What if he doesn’t like me?” she mumbled, and I shook my head.

“It’ll be fine.” I muttered, starting to feel apprehensive. What if he really liked her a lot? What was going to happen between Clementine and myself? Then I felt myself growing angry again. What did I care if Clementine got a boyfriend? Maybe it would be better for both of us.

“Okay, I think he’s coming. Talk to you later, Rhett.”

“Bye.” I mumbled into the dead phone. I felt out-of-sorts and wasn’t about to hang around like some loser to hear how her date went. I quickly dialed Tomas’s number.

“What up, bro?”

“What you up to?” I walked to my car.

“About to go to the bar. Wanna come?”

“Sure. Where you going?”

“Q bar.” He laughed. “I got the bartender’s digits the other night, figured I’d go back and say hi.”

“Dirty dog.” I laughed.

“Dude, I wanna see if her big ol’ titties are real or plastic.”

“They’re so plastic.” I laughed, knowing exactly who he was talking about. “She’s way too skinny to have tits that big.”

“Shit, I wanna suck on them big ol’ titties.” He exclaimed. “Fake or real.”

“Guessing you and Sally aren’t an item, then?”

“Dude, I f**ked her, but she didn’t even know how to move her hips,” he responded nonchalantly. “You go all the way with her friend? What was her name again?”

“I can’t even remember, and no.” I laughed.

“You gotta get laid tonight, bro.”

“Yeah, I’ll see who’s at Q.” I agreed, I needed some pussy. Shit, I could do two pussies tonight. If I was f**king a pu**y and eating a pussy, I’d have no time to be thinking about stupid Clementine on her online date.

“The big titty bartender had a hot friend that was at the bar last time. Maybe she’ll be there tonight.”

“Yeah.” I grinned. “Or maybe I’ll go for big tits myself.”

“You wish.” He chuckled. “She ain’t turning down a Latino stud for no blond baby face.”

“We’ll see.” I laughed.

“Yeah, we’ll see. I’ll be there around ten.”

“Okay, I’ll see you there then.” I grinned and hung up. I jumped in the shower and blasted my shower radio to get myself in the mood. I was going to get laid tonight, come hell or high water.

***

“Yo, yo, yo! Give me and my boy another shot of tequila.” Tomas slapped a twenty on the bar and leaned towards the bartender, whose name was Yvette. “Get one for yourself as well.” He winked at her and she grinned back at us. I studied her clinically. She was possibly one of the hottest women I’d ever seen. She was petite, about 5’4, super skinny, with huge breasts, a tiny waist and long black hair.

“Make that double shots.” I grinned and put another $20 down on the bar. “Let’s get f**ked up.” I shouted and Tomas slapped me around the shoulder.

“I like the way you think, bro.”

“Here you guys go.” Yvette placed the shot glasses down in front of us and flashed us both a wide grin. “And thanks for the shot.” I watched as she downed the shot quickly and flicked her hair back.

“Nice.” I nodded and stared at her breasts. I still couldn’t tell if they were real or not. They looked a little too perky to be real.

“Cheers to a great night.” Tomas grabbed his shot glass and downed his tequila. I picked up my shot glass and checked the clock on the far end of the wall again. It was 11:00. I frowned and pulled my phone out. No missed calls. I put the phone back in my pocket and downed the shot quickly. I felt the burn through my throat hit my stomach and a warm feeling spread through me.

“Here’s to a f**king good night.” I grabbed another $20 and put it on the bar top again. “Three more shots.” I looked at Yvette and then leaned forward and smiled. “Also, I have another $20 in my pocket if you’re willing to tell us if your tits are real or not.” I watched her face as she stared at me and smiled slyly before running her fingers over her breasts.

“Make it $40 and you can see for yourself.” She placed a hand on her h*ps and stared at me. “What do you say, big boy?”

“I say you’re on.” I laughed. “This covers me and my boy?” I placed $40 on the bar.

“Sure.” She nodded and grabbed the money. “Meet me down at the end.” She nodded towards the end of the bar. “I’ll get your shots when we get back.”

“Come on.” I grabbed Tomas and we walked towards the edge of the bar.

“Follow me.” She nodded at us and walked towards the restrooms. We followed her into the ladies room and I laughed as a bunch of girls stared at us in aghast. Yvette pulled her top up and reached behind and unclasped her bra until her br**sts were staring at us. “Have at ‘em, boys.” She grinned and I didn’t hesitate to reach out and grab her breasts. They felt hard and stiff as I squeezed them between my fingers. I ran my finger over her hard nipple and saw her eyes softening as she enjoyed the touch of my fingers on her. “You can use your mouth as well, if you want.” She smiled at me, but I shook my head. I had no interest in sucking on her fake tits. I took a step back and watched as Tomas grabbed both of her br**sts and squeeze them, his fingers playing with both of her nipples. A girl came out of one of the stalls then and I saw her eyes widen in shock.

“So what do you think, Tomas?” I asked him loudly and he grinned at me.

“Those are fake ol’ titties.” He grinned and I nodded.

“Plastic, baby.” I laughed.

“Saline, actually.” Yvette made a face and did her bra back up. “It’s not that obvious.”

“Girl, you couldn’t even feel my fingers until I was rubbing your nips.” I gave her a wry look. “It’s very obvious.”

“Whatever.” She flicked her head. “No one’s ever complained before.”

“Shit, I wouldn’t complain.” Tomas ran his fingers over her br**sts again. “I’d titty f**k you any day of the week.”

I laughed and then walked out of the bathroom quickly as I realized my phone was vibrating. Finally, Clementine’s date was over. That was long enough. I grabbed the phone and frowned as I realized that it was a text from Lily and not a call from Clementine. Where the f**k was she?

“Dude, you okay?” Tomas came out of the bathroom and frowned at me.

“I’m fine.” I snapped. “Why?”

“You just walked out.” He shrugged.

“You didn’t need me in there to titty f**k her, did you?”

“No.” He grinned. “Let’s get our shots.”

“Yeah.” I nodded. “Then I gotta go.”

“Already?” He looked surprised.

“Yeah, I gotta go somewhere.”

“Oh.” He grinned at me. “Booty call, huh?”

“You know it.” I grinned back at him and checked my phone one more time before putting it back in my pocket.

“You okay to drive?”

“I’m always okay.” I nodded. We walked back to the bar and got our shots and downed them quickly. Both of us walked away from the bar after that, which seemed to disappoint Yvette, but we’d gotten what we needed from her. Her tits looked great under the clothes, but na**d they just seemed like balls of cement. “I’m out, okay?” I tapped Tomas on the shoulder as he danced his way over to a cute redhead.

“See you later, bro.” He nodded and I watched as he continued dancing and then started grinding up on the redhead, who seemed very receptive to his movements. I laughed and left the club in a hurry.

“What the fuck, Clementine.” I grabbed my phone and called her as I got into my car. “Where are you?” I muttered under my breath as the phone rang. What was taking so long? Who went on a first date that lasted hours like this? I threw my phone on my car seat as it went to voicemail and drove over to Clementine’s apartment. I noticed immediately that her car was not in her parking spot, so that meant she was definitely not in. I parked my car and waited for her to get home. As the minutes passed, I got angrier and angrier. She was so irresponsible. Who met a guy online and stayed out all night with him?

I suddenly became alert as a Mercedes pulled up. I leaned forward and watched as a guy got out of the car and then ran around to the passenger seat and opened the door. I watched as Clementine got out of the car slowly, holding onto the guy’s arm. My eyes narrowed as I watched them. Clementine’s dress looked even shorter than I remembered and I felt myself growing heated as I stared at her long legs and red pumps. Since when did Clementine wear heels? I frowned as they walked a few yards and stopped. Clementine was grinning from ear to ear and I could see him whispering something in her ear. The dirty dog was trying to get into her pants. I was sure of it. I was about to jump out of the car when I saw the guy lean down and kiss her. I was frozen as I watched them kissing for what seemed like an eternity. Then I saw Clementine pull back and say something. The guy nodded and she leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. I felt myself exhale as I realized that the guy was leaving. At least she had some common sense. I watched as the guy got back into his car and pulled out of the parking lot. Clementine stood there waving as he left and then walked to her apartment door. I sat back feeling absolutely furious. What did she think she was doing kissing a guy on the first date? Was she crazy? I finally jumped out of my car and ran to her apartment door and banged.

“Did you forget something?” She asked sweetly as she opened the door, and then I watched her huge smile turning into a frown. “Rhett? What are you doing here?”

“Do you know what time it is?” I asked as I pushed my way inside the apartment.

“No, why?” She looked confused.

“It’s midnight.” I walked straight to her bedroom. “You met him at what, seven?”

“Huh?” She followed me to her room. “What are you talking about?”

“You were supposed to call me when you got back from your date. I was worried about you.” I sat on her bed and frowned at her. “You went and met some stranger and you’ve been out all night. I had no idea what happened to you.”

“Nothing happened to me, Rhett.” She shook her head and I watched as she pulled her hair up and put it in a ponytail.

“You didn’t call me.” I stared as she removed her long dangly earrings.

“I just got in.” She turned away from me and slipped off her heels.

“Since when do you wear heels?”

“Since I started going on dates.” She sighed and looked back at me. “What is this? Twenty questions?”

“I was just curious.” I looked away as she stared me in the eyes, her brown eyes flashing in annoyance.

“What are you even doing here?” She frowned and walked towards me. “Have you been spying on me?”

“As if.” I rolled my eyes. “I was out with Tomas and just popped by to see if you were okay, because you didn’t call.”

“I’m fine.” She glared at me and leaned forward. “Have you been drinking?” Her eyes narrowed and she sniffed near my mouth.

“I had a couple.” I shrugged.

“And you drove?” She looked angry.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re staying over.” She sighed and shook her head. “I’m not letting you drive home drunk.”

“I’m not drunk.”

“You’re not driving home.” She bit her lower lip. “You can sleep on the couch.”

“What?” I looked at her in shock. “What are you talking about?”

“I don’t think it’s appropriate for us to sleep in the same bed anymore.” She paused and licked her lips nervously. “I don’t think Elliott would like that.”

“You just met Elliott.” I jumped up and grabbed her arms. “Are you joking with me right now?”

“Rhett.” She sighed. “I already told you that...”

“We slept in the same bed last night, Clementine.” I pulled my shirt off. “It’s no big deal.”