Chapter Thirteen

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"Hey, you've reached Brody Harrison. Sorry I couldn't get to the phone in time, but leave me a message after the beep and I'll get back to you."

I heave a sigh at the sound of Brody's voicemail once again. I haven't been able to get a hold of him all day. I know his dad's work is keeping him busy, but it would be nice to at least get a call or text from him every now and then. At least to know he's still thinking of me and isn't just ignoring me.

It's Friday night and I'm bored. If Brody weren't so busy I'd even be down to go out to a club or a bar with him. That's how bored I am.

It might have something to do with the fact that I've been avoiding Ghost. Not to the extent of before, but I'm just putting a little distance between us. After the strange energy between us on Wednesday it's better to be safe than sorry.

We've texted every now and then, mostly just about Daisy and how she's coping. He says she's fine and if I don't believe him I should come see for myself.

I'm hesitant to go back to his house, though. We got far too comfortable the other night. I haven't stopped feeling guilty about it yet. Maybe it's a good thing I haven't seen Brody since then, he would take one look at me and see the guilt written all over my face.

I flop down on my bed and stare up at the wall, trying to figure out what to do. My eyes scan over the pink band-aids that are still stuck up all over the place and I can't help but smile.

Ghost has been such a good friend to me. Why am I freaking out so much about the other night? Nothing even happened. We were just hanging out. He would've acted the exact same way with any of his other friends.

I decide to stop being childish and go over to see Daisy. She needs a familiar face right now. I stand up and get ready, putting on my nice leggings in lue of the pajama bottoms I've been in since getting home. I also fix up my hair and add a dash of makeup.

Just a dash.

As I leave my room and head towards the door, Annie's voice down the hallway stops me, "Hey, Em. Hold up a sec."

I turn around and see her emerging from her room as well, done up in glamorous makeup and a shimmering dress. Clearly she's going out, per usual. We seem to always catch each other as we're about to go out the door.

"Hey, what's up?" I ask, pausing at the end of the hallway and waiting as she approaches.

She's sticking large hoop earrings through her ears as she walks, "Are you heading out?"

I nod my head, glancing down at my keys in my hand, "Yeah, just to a friend's place for a bit."

The corner of her mouth draws up into a knowing smile as she fills in the blanks, "Ghost's, right?"

I lightly chew on my lip and nod again, "Yeah."

She finishes with her earrings and smiles warmly at me as she tells me, "You know, me and my friends are going to a club tonight. You guys should swing by later."

I almost feel the need to clean my ears out as I'm not quite sure I'm hearing her right. Did she just invite me to hang out with her? For the first time ever? I'm stunned, and confused. Where is this hospitality suddenly coming from?

My eyebrow perks at her as I question disbelievingly, "Really?"

She nods, still smiling radiantly as though we've been best friends all our lives, "Of course. It would be so fun. I'll text you the addy."

I smile hesitantly back at her as I reply, "Okay, yeah that'd be really cool. Thanks."

"No problem. See you later."

With that she saunters back into her room, I guess to finish getting ready, but she looked pretty perfectly done up to me. Still slightly stunned I turn to leave. In the car I quickly shoot Ghost a text to let him know I'm coming over. He doesn't immediately respond, which is strange for him, but I figure he's probably just busy or maybe he's not even home.

I roll up to the house as the sun is starting to set. His car is here, so he must be home. I check my phone again. He still hasn't answered, so maybe I shouldn't go in. But he did tell me I'm welcome whenever. It would feel creepy to just sit in my car in front of his house.

I get out and walk up to the door, knocking lightly before using the key to unlock it. I slowly creak the door open and glance into the living room. There's no one. The light's are off and all is still. Except for Daisy, who notices me right away and comes trotting over.

"Hey, girl. Come here you big sweetheart." I greet her, crouching down to scratch her chin after shutting the door behind me.

I continue to glance around, wondering where Ghost could be. Maybe he's sleeping in his room. If that's the case I don't want to disturb him or stay too long.

Daisy goes trotting back into the kitchen and I follow her. She goes straight to her bowl, which is empty. I figure Ghost has probably already fed her, but just to be safe I reach down for the bowl, setting it on the counter by the bag of food before scooping a few cups into it.

As I look around for her medicine I hear a noise coming from down the hallway. I pause, my brow furrowing as I try to figure out what it is. I stand silently, perking my ears to listen. It sounds like hammering. Like something rhythmically thumping against something. I'm confused for a moment, until I hear something else.

Moaning. Like loud, euphoric moaning.

Oh.

My.

God.

Ghost is having sex with someone in his bedroom. And I'm here. Oh my god.

In a panic I turn to hurry and rush out the door, hopeful that he'll never know I was ever here. But in my hurry my hand knocks Daisy's metal bowl off the counter. It crashes to the hardwood floor, the dog food flying in every direction, and the sound is louder than an atomic bomb.

"Jesus Christ." I curse sharply, staring at the mess that's covering the entire floor. I glance down the hall and back at the mess, torn between leaving it and bolting, or hoping he didn't hear anything.

The thumping and moaning stops and I curse again. I try to step around the dog food as I bolt for the door but the universe seems to have it out for me. I slip on the mess and fall backwards onto my butt.

"Shit." I hiss as my back stings from the fall.

I hear a door down the hallway slam and seconds later I'm staring up at a naked Ghost.

Oh my god.

"Rose? What the fuck?" He utters, staring at the scene before him with a concerned frown.

I keep my eyes averted down as I stutter for an explanation, "I— I texted you— I'm sorry, I should have—"

"Jesus." He seems to just now realize his lack of clothes as he hurriedly grabs a nearby hand towel and covers his bits, "I thought it was Daisy out here making all that noise. I thought she was hurt."

"I'm sorry." I quickly remark, a deep blush creeping up my face. I can barely look him in the eyes, "You're busy. I'm so sorry for interrupting."

His face seems to pale as he realizes I heard what was going on in his bedroom. He glances over his shoulder and reaches up to scratch the back of his head bashfully.

"It's, uh, yeah it's not a good time."

"I'm so sorry." I state once again, pushing myself to my feet. A sharp pain shoots through my lower back and I wince. He notices.

"Are you alright?" He questions, stepping slightly closer to help, but I'm quick to put my hands up to stop him.

"I'm fine. Please, just stay there." I tell him, my tone slightly panicked while I try not to let my eyes linger on his bare skin and toned muscles.

"Are you sure?" He cautions, looking me up and down, his forehead pinched with concern.

"Yes, yeah, I'm fine. I'm so sorry. I'm leaving right now, I'm sorry." My words come out frantically as he continues to watch me with wide eyes, "Please, continue with your, uhm... you know."

I slowly side-step out of the room, keeping my hands up as if they're a shield from his godly figure, but I can still see every defined muscle. My eyes can't help but trail down to the V shape of his hips, dipping low into the area that is barely covered by the small towel he's holding.

I quickly snap my gaze back up to his face, and the look in his eyes tells me he knows that I was just looking. His mouth parts, ready to speak, but then a sultry, feminine voice down the hall is calling out to him, beckoning him back to bed, and I feel my cheeks drain of all color. I need to get out of here before this girl comes looking for him herself.

"I'll— uh, I'll see you... sometime. I don't know. Don't forget to feed Daisy. Bye!" I hurriedly excuse myself.

"Rose, wait." Ghost calls for me, but I'm already rushing through the living room, finally taking my eyes off of him, clearing my head and giving me the sense to get my ass out the front door.

I slam it behind me and run to my car. All I can think about as I peel out of the driveway and speed away is, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. Did that really just happen?

I've never been in such a humiliating situation in all my life. I can't believe I just waltz into his house like that. I should have waited for him to answer my text. I should have not gone over at all. I'm so stupid.

I also can't stop thinking about the fact that he was with a girl. I don't know why. It shouldn't shock or surprise me, and it doesn't really. It more just... saddens me?

That's ridiculous, though. I have no right to care who he is or isn't with. We're just friends and we always will be. I'm with Brody, and he's with... whoever he wants to be with.

I can't believe I'm even thinking like this. This is not good. I blame it on the fact that I haven't seen Brody in a while. I pull my phone out and try once again to reach him. The line rings momentarily and surprisingly he picks up.

"Hey, what's up?" He greets casually.

"Hey, baby. What are you doing? I wanna see you." I quickly tell him.

He seems caught off guard, pausing briefly before he replies unsuredly, "Uhm, I'm at my dad's office, but I guess I could meet up."

"Great. I'll see you at your place in like twenty minutes." I decide for the both of us.

There's a moment of hesitation before he remarks, "Okay, yeah, sounds good. I'll see you soon."

"I love you." I state, before hanging up the phone.

Soon I'm pulling up to Brody's building. I park and am inside and up the elevator quickly. I reach his door and knock loudly and thankfully he is here already and opens the door for me.

"Hey, baby." He greets with a warm smile.
I smile back as I step inside, shutting the door behind me and without a wasted moment I wrap my arms around his neck and crash our lips together. A surprised grunt escapes his lips and he stumbles back a step, wrapping his arms around my waist to steady himself.

I continue to devour his lips, our kiss wet and sloppy as I stick my tongue in his mouth and swirl it around with his. His grip around me tightens and I can tell he wasn't expecting this.

He pulls back after a few minutes, his lips red and moistened as he remarks coyly, "This is a nice surprise."

I try my best to give him a sultry smile and whisper, "I just missed you a lot."

"Well then I should make you miss me more often." He teases.

"I want you." I blurt, causing his eyes to widen at me as I'm not usually so blunt, but right now I don't care. I don't have the patience to be embarrassed. I need him. I need to remind myself that this is the man I love.

Stiffly he nods his head, wrapping one hand around the back of my neck and pulling me forward again. Our lips melt together, open and hungry. He leads me backwards towards his bedroom, never breaking the kiss as we stumble our way through the apartment.

Once we reach his room he shuts the door behind us, and we're enveloped in darkness, only a small sliver of light coming from under the door. He moans in my ear as he presses himself against me.

"You're so hot right now." He mumbles, yanking up my shirt and pulling it over my head.

I've never been good at pillow talk, so I just capture his lips in mine again, and he leads us to the bed. I fall down backwards onto it and my back stings from my fall earlier, but I ignore it. He takes a moment to whip off his shirt and pants before climbing on top of me.

Our breathing is heavy and urgent as we paw at every square inch of each other. I run my fingernails down his back as he squeezes my breasts through my bra. His dick is hard in his boxers, and it presses against me tightly.

Feeling bold I move my hand down to the waistband of his boxers. I slip inside and wrap my fingers around him. He gasps at the feeling and breathes out raggedly, moving his mouth to my neck and leaving rough kisses all over my skin.

I grip him tightly and move my hand slowly. I can feel myself building up, enjoying the urgent need to have him. We haven't acted like this since high school. I am starting to remember all the great parts of our relationship that I fell in love with. The reasons why Brody is perfect for me.

But then suddenly the picture of Ghost flashes in my mind. The image of his naked body that I witnessed not even an hour ago. I feel his hands on my skin. I hear his voice speaking in my ear.

"You're so beautiful."

I pause, slightly stirred by this image. Brody hardly notices. He stands up to pull my leggings and panties off. He slips out of his boxers too and puts on a condom before he crawls back over me. His gaze is hooded as he moves his fingers over me, touching my tightening core with fervent hands.

I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head, banishing the thought of Ghost. He's the last person I should be thinking about right now.

Brody positions himself over me, lining himself up before pushing himself inside of me. I gasp lightly as it's been a while but as he slowly moves in and out the pain melts into pleasure. My head lolls back and my eyes flutter closed as Brody picks up the pace.

Once again my mind flashes with images of Ghost as I grow closer and closer to release. I don't mean to, but I can't help it. His smiling face, his strong arms and built chest, his deep voice. The feeling of his arms around me. His hand in mine. His small touches here and there.

His naked body. A body that I'm afraid to admit is what finally pushes me over the edge of climax. I gasp as my core tightens and squeezes around Brody's dick, which is enough to make him finish as well.

"Fuck." He groans as he slumps over me, twitching inside me as he catches his breath.

We both lie there panting for a while, our bodies sweaty and pressed together. As my heart rate slowly calms down and my head clears up I realize what I've just done. I was thinking about another guy while having sex with my boyfriend.

Is that cheating?

Brody sighs and rolls off of me, turning onto his side to face me. A satisfied smile plays on his lips as he reaches out and twirls a strand of my hair around his finger. It reminds me of the night at the club when Ghost did that exact same thing.

"That was amazing." Brody breathes, his gaze soft as it roams every inch of my body.

I sigh and nod my head in agreement, "Yeah."

It was amazing. But not for the reasons Brody thinks.

We lie in bed for a little while longer until Brody gets up to shower. I feel the need to shower too, but I want to do it in my own apartment. I slip my clothes back on and check my phone. I'm slightly disappointed when there's nothing from Ghost, though I'm not sure why. He's probably still busy.

There is a text from Annie though.

Annie; we're at the club on 27th. We'll be here all night. Let me know if you decide to stop by! xo

I'd completely forgotten about her extended invitation earlier. I glance at the time and see that it's barely past nine. Still early enough to go out if I want to.

Do I want to?

I'm still in a weird mood from everything that happened with Ghost earlier, but I don't want to offend Annie. This is her olive branch, and if I turn it down who knows if it will be extended again.

The shower stops running and moments later Brody emerges from the bathroom with wet hair and a towel draped across his waist. I watch him, admiring his physique. He has a nice body, and toned muscles. He's always been attractive.

But I just can't seem to stop comparing him to Ghost.

He smiles at me as he crosses the room to his dresser to grab some clothes, and I sit up on the bed to face him.

"You staying the night?" He asks me over his shoulder.

I purse my lips and hesitantly reply, "Actually, Annie invited me to hang out with her and her friends tonight."

He cocks an eyebrow as he turns to fully face me, dropping his towel to pull on a pair of boxers, "Really? Again?"

"Huh?" My face scrunches up with confusion.

He passes me an equally confused look, "You hung out with her last weekend didn't you?"

I remind myself that is the lie I'd given him when I was hanging out with Ghost and his friends. A look of clarity crosses my face and I nod my head, "Oh, yeah, we did. And it was a lot of fun, which is why I want to do it again."

I hate lying to him.

He purses his lips as he tugs a shirt over his head and a pair of sweatpants on before stepping closer towards the bed, "What are you guys gonna do?"

"They're at a club right now. She wants me to meet them there."

His brow furrows and a dark look crosses his features. He glances away but all he says is a thoughtful, "Hmm."

I frown. Clearly I've upset him in some way, but I'm not sure how. What did I say?

"What's wrong?" I question, lacing my hands together as I stare up at him.

He just shakes his head with a heavy sigh, "Nothing. I just think it's a little annoying that anytime I want to go out to a club or a party with you I practically have to drag you there. But with this new friend you're all too happy to go."

I resist the urge to roll my eyes, instead remarking lightly, "That's not true. I'm always happy to go with you."

"No you're not." He persists, his tone growing frustrated, "And then when you do come you're never any fun. You won't even dance. What do you do with Annie when you hang out? Do you dance with her and her friends?"

My lips turn down at his words and my heart squeezes tightly. Hearing him say I'm never any fun doesn't exactly make me want to leap up and prove him wrong. All it does is hurt my feelings.

"I don't dance. We just hangout, and drink, and have fun—"

"How much do you drink?" He cuts in sharply, his eyes narrowing.

I frown, "I don't know. As much as I feel like."

He scoffs and rolls his eyes to the ceiling while shaking his head, as though I'm an exhausting child who never listens. "You know I don't like when you drink too much, Em."

"Brody, I'm a big girl, I'm smart enough to decide for myself when I've had enough to drink." I tell him, trying to keep my voice level, but his attitude is beginning to annoy me, "I never get too wasted. I'm not like you."

His eyes darken the second the words are spoken and I immediately regret them. If there's one thing he hates it's being told that he doesn't know how to control himself. Especially when it comes to drinking.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He demands in a sharp tone, glaring down at me as he crosses his arms over his chest.

I shrink back slightly and attempt to de-escalate

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