Page 70 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
The front door to our apartment opened quickly and then slammed, startling me. I turned to see Henry angry and on a mission.
He walked right past me, went into the fridge, and grabbed a beer. With a quick pop of the top, he started downing the liquid while he gripped onto the counter. He was tense, angry, and frankly, not the Henry I was used to. Plus, he was home early from his date. He was never home before midnight when he went on a date. And it was only nine.
Once he put the bottle down, I stepped closer and asked, “Henry, are you okay?”
His gaze turned on me and said, “No, does it look like I’m okay?” He wasn't often angry, so I was actually a little worried.
“No, but you don’t have to yell at me,” I said. I hated being the punching bag for someone else’s problems, and I refused to be one for Henry.
“Don’t I? Isn’t this all your fault?”
“Excuse me?” I asked while placing my hands on my hips.
Henry grabbed another beer and downed it in one long gulp.
Wiping his mouth, his eyes bore into mine. “Your dating bad luck . . . it’s transferred over to me. Before you started sharing, I was good. I was perfect actually. I was able to easily get pussy without even trying, but then you came along and I can’t even get it up.”
“What?”
“You heard me,” he said in a nasty tone. “I’m getting down with Rindy, one of the hottest pieces of ass I’ve seen in a long time, and what happens to me? Visions of you puking all over a guy’s dick run through my mind, making it impossible for me to fuck her.”
“Wow.” I felt insulted by that barb. “So because you have a problem controlling your thoughts, you’re going to blame me? You’re an ass, Henry.”
“Come on, like you didn’t tell me all those stories on purpose?” he said as he walked after me. I was retreating to my bedroom, because I didn’t want to deal with his drunk ass. He was clearly intoxicated and not just from the two beers I witnessed him drinking.
“On purpose? I’m sorry, but I thought I was sharing with a friend. You asked me about them. Was I just supposed to tell you nothing? You would never let that happen.”
“Believe me, if I didn’t have to listen to your sad excuse of a dating life, I would be more than happy.”
My heart split in two from the venom coming out of his mouth. I didn’t quite understand why he was being so mean, why he was being so cruel to me, but I didn’t like it, and I wouldn’t put up with it.
“Then just leave me alone. I didn’t ask for you to be all up in my ass, so leave me the fuck alone,” I said, letting anger take over.
“Fine.” He threw his hands in the air. “Easy, keep your bad luck to yourself.”
“Leave,” I yelled, pushing on Henry’s chest so he would step away, but he grabbed my wrists and pulled me into his chest.
Alcohol riddled his breath as he breathed heavily and looked down at me. His eyes were glazed over and the real Henry was slowly starting to peek through as he matched my stare with his. His features softened as he brushed my face with the pad of his thumb. It was so confusing how quickly his demeanor changed when I was in his arms.
Pain ran through his voice as he said, “Rosie, you’re beautiful, you know that?”
“Get out of here, Henry,” I said weakly, trying to push him away. “You’re drunk, and you’re being an ass. I don’t want you near me.”
Sighing, he turned his head away from me and mumbled, “Yeah, I know. You never wantme. Story of my life.” He pushed me away and walked out my door. What the fuck was that?You never want me?He’d never know how wrong that statement was. And that was the story ofmylife.
Chapter Thirteen
The Gargling of Molasses
It was only eleven and I wanted to claw my eyes out, or at least let Sir Licks-a-Lot do so. After I pushed Henry out of my room last night, I didn’t get one ounce of sleep as I tried to figure out everything he said and why he was so rude to me. I didn’t think I did anything wrong, but clearly he did.
I was able to get ready earlier than normal this morning, and slip out of the apartment without interacting with him, which was for the best. I had no clue what I was going to say if we did run into each other.
Thanks for being an ass last night?
I got no sleep because of you?
You’re a confusing ass who had my emotions in knots last night.
