Breaking Shaun (2 page)

So, here I was, getting humped by a man who fucked like a teenage boy. I was stupid enough to think I could extinguish the fire Mr. Green Eyes had set inside me with a quick one-night stand with someone else—someone a lot less scary and a lot easier to control.

Boy, was I wrong.

Let’s fall in love

Before the world breaks through.

Before time catches up

And I break you.

Three Months Later…

This bitch is crazy.

“So, why didn’t you call me?” she shrieked into the phone.

I held it away from my ear. I could have sworn I’d felt it vibrate in my hand.

This was exactly why I didn’t give out my number—so I wouldn’t have to deal with phone calls like this one. Except this bitch knew where I worked, and she had actually tracked me down at Marcus’s shop just to give me shit for not calling her. Honestly, I couldn’t even remember what she looked like. She’d said her name was Jamie, but that didn’t mean shit to me. All I knew was that she was yelling in my ear and pissing me the fuck off.

“Why the fuck would I call you?” I leaned back in my chair, staring at the white ceiling in my office.

“What do you mean, why the fuck would you call me? Because you fucked me! That’s why!”

I held the phone even farther from my ear that time, and I contemplated hanging up on her. This always happened. No matter how careful I was about avoiding these situations, there was always some crazy bitch who thought I owed her something just because she’d willingly spread her legs for me.

“I’m pretty sure it takes two people to fuck. So, why don’t you stop acting like you did me a favor, and I owe you somethin’? We fucked. We got off. Now, move on.”

There was silence on the other end—well, except for the heavy breathing.

She finally responded, “You. Are. An.
Asshole
!”

The phone definitely vibrated that time. Then she hung up.

I sighed before hitting the End button and putting the phone back on my desk.
Crazy fuckin’ bitches.

Yes, there were a lot of people in the world who thought I was an asshole, and that was okay with me. But the truth was, I wouldn’t just tell people what they wanted to hear. Yeah, I knew how to sweet-talk my way into a woman’s panties, but I never filled her with false hope. I never promised anyone I’d be her boyfriend and take her out on dates. When I made promises, I always kept them, and the most I’d ever promised a woman was multiple orgasms. That was it, nothing more. And if a woman expected it, then that would be her problem, her mistake, not mine. But somehow, I still always ended up being the asshole, and the women were the victims.

Bullshit.

It pissed me off how a woman would act like she didn’t like getting fucked just as much as I liked fucking her. Even though, just hours before, she had been under me, screaming at me to go harder and faster, loving every second of it. Women were the assholes, not me.

“This shit is getting old,” I told Marcus as we sat at his huge dining room table.

Asia was in their kitchen, trying to put dinner together. I still hadn’t decided if I was going to eat it. My little sister wasn’t exactly known for her culinary skills. It had only been three months since she and Marcus got engaged at her art exhibit in L.A., and they already acted like an old married couple.

“What’s getting old?” Marcus asked before taking a sip of his beer, his eyes on the kitchen behind me.

He obviously hadn’t been listening to anything I said. This was one of the many disadvantages of my best friend falling in love—not to mention, with my sister.

“Are you going to actually listen to me? Or are you just gonna sit there and stare at my sister’s ass the whole night?”

Marcus chuckled as his gaze left Asia and studied his beer. Then, he leaned back in his chair and looked at me. “Sorry, man. So, tell me, what’s getting old?”

“Fucking,” I stated before taking a swig from my own beer.

He gave me a questioning look. “Huh?”

“It’s just not fun anymore, you know? It’s too much fuckin’ work. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I love pussy. It’s all the bullshit that comes with it that I don’t love.”

Marcus grinned. That motherfucker was thinking something that he knew I wouldn’t like.

I ran my hand through my messy long hair and huffed. “What?”

Contemplating his next words, he rubbed his hand over his stubble before answering. “Maybe you just need to fuck someone you actually like.”

Marcus focused in on something behind me—or more like, someone. Asia walked up to him, and he pushed his chair back, allowing her room to sit on his lap.

Fuckin’ lovebirds.

After she sat, Asia turned to look at me. “So, what are you guys talking about?” she asked as she gave me her usual skeptical glare.

I swore she thought I was the devil on everyone’s shoulder.

“Shaun is getting tired of his groupies,” Marcus told her.

She shifted in his lap to look at him before twisting to face me again. “It’s about damn time! I mean, it was only a matter of time before you were ready to settle down, Shaun. It’s only natural—”

“Hold up, hold up, hold up,” I interrupted as I held up my hand toward my sister. “I never said anything about settling down. That shit just isn’t for me.”

Asia sighed, and I could see the excitement draining out of her.

“So, what are you saying then?”

I shook my head before running a hand through my hair again. I did not want to have this conversation with my little sister. “Nothing,” I muttered before I took a long sip from my beer.

“Come on, man. You can talk to us about it. Maybe Asia can give us a female’s perspective. It might help you out.”

I scowled at my
friend
and widened my legs before resting my bottle of beer on my thigh. I could see the amusement in his eyes, and it made me want to punch the shit out of him.

“He’s getting tired, babe—tired of dealing with the bullshit that comes with being a man-whore,” Marcus informed Asia with a grin.

“Oh…well, that’s easy,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “You just have to find a woman like you—someone with commitment issues and a never-ending sex drive.”

Marcus chuckled, and Asia smiled at him over her shoulder. She was obviously giving me shit, but she was right.

Why can’t I find a woman like me—someone who loves sex but doesn’t need a relationship to justify it? Do women like that even exist?

Nick’s snoring was going to drive me insane. When I’d agreed to move in with him, I’d had no idea that he snored like a bear in hibernation.

Groaning, I rolled onto my stomach and reached for the alarm clock beside my bed.
Six thirty
. I moaned and moved onto my back, tossing the blankets off of me. Sitting up, I huffed, blowing away the strands of hair that had fallen over my eyes.
So much for sleeping in.

I dragged myself to the bathroom down the hall, and I stopped to admire the décor inside. The walls were painted a soft teal, and all the accents were a rich dark brown. One good thing about moving in with my cousin was that the man had style. I pulled my auburn hair back into a loose ponytail and went about brushing my teeth before washing my face.

This would be my first full day living in Virginia. I’d finally arrived late last night after a three-day road trip from California. I loved moving somewhere new. Everything felt different and exciting. I’d moved every few years since I was little.

My mother didn’t believe in settling down anywhere, and as a result my little sister, Lili, and I had been dragged along with her. At the time, I’d hated it—always changing schools and packing, unpacking, and packing again. The funny thing was, I now got restless when I would stay in one place for too long. Three years was usually my limit. After that, I would need change. So, I was in Virginia now, staying with Nick in his stylish downtown apartment on the fifteenth floor of a brand-new building.

The truth was, I hadn’t just moved to Virginia for the new surroundings. I was twenty-four, and I felt like my life was slipping away from me. I’d spent so much of it closed off from everyone around me. I’d never had best friends, boyfriends, or friends at all really—unless I counted Lili and Nick, but they were family.

Nick and I had grown close when his mom had taken Lili and me in for a year when I was sixteen. I thought the fact that Nick and I had both been outcasts helped us bond. I had been the school slut, and he had been the flamboyant gay guy. That year, living with my aunt, had probably been the best time of my adolescent life. I’d had a warm meal every night and clean clothes to wear to school, and I hadn’t worried about who or what I might find in the house when I woke up in the mornings. Even after my mom had come to get Lili and me, Nick and I had made sure to keep in touch.

Now, here I was, living in Nick’s new apartment with him—at least until I got my own place.

I was a bartender, so I wasn’t too worried about finding a job. Every city had bars, and those bars needed bartenders to serve drinks. There was always a demand that I could supply. My real dream was to become a photographer, but I’d had to let that dream go once I realized college wasn’t going to be an option for me.

Since it was Sunday, I decided I’d take the day off and start the job hunt tomorrow. I had some money saved up, but I wanted to get something soon. Nick and I were close, but I didn’t want to overstay my welcome. I preferred to take care of myself, and relying on someone else to put a roof over my head didn’t sit well with me.