Taking Shots
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I know you still love him. Please, come.
She couldn’t believe it, but she picked up the phone.
Okay. When and where?
After hitting send, she could actually breathe. She was done trying to act like she was okay, that everything was fine. Because it wasn’t, and until she knew what he felt, until she knew the truth, she would never be able to get over him.
Chapter 32
Beep.
Shea, this is crazy! I haven’t seen you in two months! Two f**king months! I am over it! I don’t know where the hell you’re staying, but let me tell you this. You have 30 minutes before I call mom and tell her the truth, that you’re f**king MIA!!!!!!!
Beep.
Shea, its Jill Mancina. I had another fax about buying your house. I know you said before that it wasn’t for sale, but are you even living in it? I mean, I’m just looking out for your best interest. But don’t you think a house that beautiful should be lived in? Please call me back.
Beep.
Adler, Damon Thompson, you know the agent of yours whose calls you won’t return. Just wanted to let you know that New York wants you, so does Boston, at double the rate Nashville is paying you. We gotta sign something, buddy. I don’t know what you’re thinking but it would be nice if you called me. Soon. Please.
Beep.
Unky Shea? It’s Ryan. I was calling because I haven’t seen you in a really long time and I miss you a lot. The only time I see you is on TV and at the games, and you don’t even come see us in the box. Mommy says I can’t say much because it’s your phone mail, but I love you, Unky.
Beep.
Shea? It’s Jakob. Do I need to come get you? Call me please, don’t be driving, dude. I know you’re drunk. Don’t do anything stupid, please.
Beep.
Okay, having Ryan call you was kind of a low blow, but I’m desperate, Shea. I’m worried about you, and I love you so much, please just call me. The emails saying you’re okay aren’t working for me. I’m hurting and I’m your twin. Please call me. If not for me, for Ryan and Amelia. Ryan is having surgery in a couple days- okay that was low, it’s not like it’s life threatening, just some tonsils, but please, call me. We all miss you.
Shea deleted all the messages, shutting off his phone since the blonde beside him needed more attention than the people who left him messages. Yeah, Ryan’s message hurt, but Shea wasn’t going to think of that. He was going to take home Sarah, no wait, Julie, Jackie, no, Savannah! That was her name.
“Shea, do I need to call Jakob?” Ramsey asked. Shea shook his head as Savannah kissed down his neck, running her hand down his thigh.
“No, Ram, I’m good. Savannah here is going to take me home, right ba-girl.”
Shea was drunk, extremely drunk, but even in his drunken state, there was no way he would call Savannah ‘baby’. Baby was...was her.
Savannah grinned up at him, “Oh, yeah I am.”
So off they went, drunkenly walking to her car. Savannah drove sexy little crossfire, something a girl should be driving, instead of that damn truck she had. Savannah drove like a mad man, and Shea wished he had known that before he got in the car with her, but how was he supposed to do that when he had just met her?
When they finally arrived at his condo, she was wrapped around him like a straight jacket as he walked through the condo with her mouth glued to his neck. She ripped off his clothes, biting and sucking all over his chest as he laid her down on the bed.
“Wow. You’re pretty beaten up, huh?” she asked, looking over his chest. She had that same look the others had, the “oh well, at least his face is hot” look.
“I do play hockey for a living.” She grinned seductively as she ran her tongue up from his belly button to the middle of his chest.
“What’s this?” she asked breathlessly as she held the pink diamond engagement ring that hung around his neck in her fingers. “It’s pretty.”
“It’s my reminder to never fall in love again,” he said, before pulling it out of her fingers, so he could continue to kiss down her throat.
“Wow, that’s intense.”
“Yeah, it is,” he answered back as she ripped her shirt off, her large full br**sts there for his taking.
“So I’m guessing this is a onetime thing, huh?”
“Yeah,” he said with an empty chuckle as he ignored her br**sts, kissing down her stomach, before pulling down her jeans and panties with one jerk. When he looked at her warm center, he saw that she wasn’t a true blonde. What a disappointment. He fell back on his hunches, running his hands through his hair as she looked up at him.
What was he doing?
“Get out.”
“Huh?” she asked, looking up at him. He picked up her clothes, throwing them down on her chest as he got off the bed.
“Go, leave. I don’t want you.”
She gave him a maddening look as she hurried to get her clothes on, obviously embarrassed. He didn’t care though, he couldn’t do this. He was nuts for thinking he could.
As she left, she screamed, “You probably wouldn’t be good, anyway!”
He shook his head as she marched her skinny, little fake blonde ass through his condo. When the door slammed, he let out the breath he was holding. That was the seventh girl this week who he had kicked out. There was something wrong with a man when he couldn’t even sleep with a willing female. Something seriously wrong. Or maybe it was the voicemails he had gotten earlier, maybe that was what was f**king with him.
She couldn’t believe it, but she picked up the phone.
Okay. When and where?
After hitting send, she could actually breathe. She was done trying to act like she was okay, that everything was fine. Because it wasn’t, and until she knew what he felt, until she knew the truth, she would never be able to get over him.
Chapter 32
Beep.
Shea, this is crazy! I haven’t seen you in two months! Two f**king months! I am over it! I don’t know where the hell you’re staying, but let me tell you this. You have 30 minutes before I call mom and tell her the truth, that you’re f**king MIA!!!!!!!
Beep.
Shea, its Jill Mancina. I had another fax about buying your house. I know you said before that it wasn’t for sale, but are you even living in it? I mean, I’m just looking out for your best interest. But don’t you think a house that beautiful should be lived in? Please call me back.
Beep.
Adler, Damon Thompson, you know the agent of yours whose calls you won’t return. Just wanted to let you know that New York wants you, so does Boston, at double the rate Nashville is paying you. We gotta sign something, buddy. I don’t know what you’re thinking but it would be nice if you called me. Soon. Please.
Beep.
Unky Shea? It’s Ryan. I was calling because I haven’t seen you in a really long time and I miss you a lot. The only time I see you is on TV and at the games, and you don’t even come see us in the box. Mommy says I can’t say much because it’s your phone mail, but I love you, Unky.
Beep.
Shea? It’s Jakob. Do I need to come get you? Call me please, don’t be driving, dude. I know you’re drunk. Don’t do anything stupid, please.
Beep.
Okay, having Ryan call you was kind of a low blow, but I’m desperate, Shea. I’m worried about you, and I love you so much, please just call me. The emails saying you’re okay aren’t working for me. I’m hurting and I’m your twin. Please call me. If not for me, for Ryan and Amelia. Ryan is having surgery in a couple days- okay that was low, it’s not like it’s life threatening, just some tonsils, but please, call me. We all miss you.
Shea deleted all the messages, shutting off his phone since the blonde beside him needed more attention than the people who left him messages. Yeah, Ryan’s message hurt, but Shea wasn’t going to think of that. He was going to take home Sarah, no wait, Julie, Jackie, no, Savannah! That was her name.
“Shea, do I need to call Jakob?” Ramsey asked. Shea shook his head as Savannah kissed down his neck, running her hand down his thigh.
“No, Ram, I’m good. Savannah here is going to take me home, right ba-girl.”
Shea was drunk, extremely drunk, but even in his drunken state, there was no way he would call Savannah ‘baby’. Baby was...was her.
Savannah grinned up at him, “Oh, yeah I am.”
So off they went, drunkenly walking to her car. Savannah drove sexy little crossfire, something a girl should be driving, instead of that damn truck she had. Savannah drove like a mad man, and Shea wished he had known that before he got in the car with her, but how was he supposed to do that when he had just met her?
When they finally arrived at his condo, she was wrapped around him like a straight jacket as he walked through the condo with her mouth glued to his neck. She ripped off his clothes, biting and sucking all over his chest as he laid her down on the bed.
“Wow. You’re pretty beaten up, huh?” she asked, looking over his chest. She had that same look the others had, the “oh well, at least his face is hot” look.
“I do play hockey for a living.” She grinned seductively as she ran her tongue up from his belly button to the middle of his chest.
“What’s this?” she asked breathlessly as she held the pink diamond engagement ring that hung around his neck in her fingers. “It’s pretty.”
“It’s my reminder to never fall in love again,” he said, before pulling it out of her fingers, so he could continue to kiss down her throat.
“Wow, that’s intense.”
“Yeah, it is,” he answered back as she ripped her shirt off, her large full br**sts there for his taking.
“So I’m guessing this is a onetime thing, huh?”
“Yeah,” he said with an empty chuckle as he ignored her br**sts, kissing down her stomach, before pulling down her jeans and panties with one jerk. When he looked at her warm center, he saw that she wasn’t a true blonde. What a disappointment. He fell back on his hunches, running his hands through his hair as she looked up at him.
What was he doing?
“Get out.”
“Huh?” she asked, looking up at him. He picked up her clothes, throwing them down on her chest as he got off the bed.
“Go, leave. I don’t want you.”
She gave him a maddening look as she hurried to get her clothes on, obviously embarrassed. He didn’t care though, he couldn’t do this. He was nuts for thinking he could.
As she left, she screamed, “You probably wouldn’t be good, anyway!”
He shook his head as she marched her skinny, little fake blonde ass through his condo. When the door slammed, he let out the breath he was holding. That was the seventh girl this week who he had kicked out. There was something wrong with a man when he couldn’t even sleep with a willing female. Something seriously wrong. Or maybe it was the voicemails he had gotten earlier, maybe that was what was f**king with him.
