Page 122 of Stroked Hard
“Your face displeases me on a daily basis,” Bellini shoots back.
“Your breath smells like rancid oranges on a daily basis thanks to your diet of Tic Tacs.”
And that one just slipped out.
“You’re a homely imbecile with an IQ of ten. No wonder you have to do makeup.”
“And you’re a rabid bitch with dragons hatching out of your skank-infested vagina every hour on the hour.”
That right there is why I’m driving home early, without finishing Bellini’s makeup. No, I wasn’t fired, but I didn’t make Paisley’s job any easier. She told me to take the day off and she would call in a sub for the day . . . once Bellini went into a fit of hysterics, tossing tables, knocking over my makeup, and taking the blow dryer only to shove it through the wall. The hole she made was actually rather impressive. My favorite though, sticking my makeup brush down her underwear. Thankfully it wasn’t my favorite brush.
Why do I find that so funny? Because Bellini lost her cool and showed her roots.
Her exact quote after she flipped the brush back at me was, “I hope you enjoy you’re newly exfoliated pube brush, you dumb bitch.”
Class was nowhere to be found.
At least the standoff sent me home early. A Netflix binge was waiting for me at home.
As I pull up to my apartment complex, I think about breaking my lease and going somewhere else to get away from Hollis. Not that he’s tried contacting me in the last two days. But everywhere I go, I see him in my memories. It’s almost debilitating.
I pull up into my normal parking spot, grab my things, minus my newly appointed pube brush, and head to my apartment. That’s when I see a balloon hanging on my doorknob and a letter taped to the door.
The balloon is a smiley face that says “Get Well Soon.” Odd. Maybe someone put it on the wrong apartment door. I get closer to the note and see that is says my name on it, in handwriting that’s all too familiar.
My heart immediately starts to pound in my chest from the thought of Hollis being here.
Needing my privacy, I untie the balloon, take the note from the door, and walk inside my apartment, leaving everything in the entryway except the balloon and the note. I take those to the couch where I sit down and toy with the string of the balloon, gathering the courage to read his note.
Taking a deep breath, I open it and read.
Dear Hot Sex,
First, I miss you. Just need to get that out in the open. I miss you, from your beautiful pink lips, to your crazy sexy smile, to Boo and Bear (I kind of miss them the most).
I know what you’re thinking. Why is Hollis contacting me after I told him I don’t want to fall in love? Very good question, baby. It’s because I love you. (Yeah, I just wrote that in a letter, but come on, you’re not answering my calls.) And you know what? I know you love me, too. You’re just too damn scared to admit it. That’s okay, I can admit it for you.
*Said in Melony’s sexy little voice* Hollis, I love you.
Aw, thanks, baby. I love you, too.
And this is where we make out and then fuck like bunnies. But since we are not together while you read this, confessing our love for each other, I will give you a shortened version.
Boo and Bear get fondled, I lick the hell out of your pussy, you secrete with pleasure (secrete is such a terrible word), and then my penis shakes hands with your labia lips before entering that tight-as-hell hole of yours where I pound my hips into you rigorously until you come all over my cock. We chant each other’s names, I throw in another I love you, you do the same, and then we have pizza, because . . . why the hell not?
Wasn’t that great? I think so. But since we are still apart, I can wait for pizza, because do you know why? You’re fucking worth it, baby.
Did you read that?
YOU’RE WORTH IT!
See what I did there, put in the capital letters. It’s supposed to make an impact. Did it make an impact? I’m going to guess no, but that’s okay. I have time to convince you. I have all the fucking time in the world because I know for a fact you are supposed to be with me.
You are supposed to be with me, Melony. Get that through your beautiful head. You plus me equals forever. And don’t try to calculate something else. I may be a pretty face but I know math and our math adds up.
So once again, I’m going to Noah Calhoun your ass. Get ready, baby. I’m bringing it this go-around.
And what’s with the balloon you ask? I want you to get well soon of course. You know that hole in your heart your dad stabbed through you so many years ago? It’s about time you recovered. I’m going to fill that hole for you, baby. I’m going to show you that a man can stick around, that you can trust me, that you can depend on me, that no matter what, I will ALWAYS be there for you.
