Taking Shots (Assassins, #1)(164)
Beep.
Unky Shea? Its 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? Its 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 worry about you, and I love you so much, please just call me. The emails saying your 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 day-okay that was low, it’s not like its 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 that left him messages. Yeah, Ryan’s message hurt, but Shea wasn’t going to think of that. He was gonna 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. A 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, your 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 breasts there for his taking.
“So I’m guessing this is a one time thing, huh?”
“Yeah,” he said with an empty chuckle as he ignored her breasts, 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. As she parted, 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 that week that 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*cking with him.
Who was he kidding?
He missed her.
He moved his finger over the ring that hung around his neck, something he did often when he was thinking of her. He knew wearing the ring around his neck was a little masochistic of him, but ever since he found it, while cleaning his truck out a week after she had left, he had put it on his chain, wearing it as a reminder, because he never wanted to feel this way again. He never wanted to feel like his world was crashing around him and there was no one to hold it together. Not his mother, Jakob, not even Grace could help him at this point. The alcohol he consumed every night didn’t even help, but it did numb the pain, and really that’s all he could ask for at this point.
Shea was still so mad. Mad because she didn’t believe him, mad because she wouldn’t answer his calls, his pleads, his flowers, his gifts, nothing! She ignored him, making him feel like he was worthless. He gave her everything, he was totally devoted to her, didn’t cheat, nothing, he loved only her, and this was the way she repaid him? By continuing to break his heart day after day because she wasn’t with him.
Because she didn’t loved him anymore.
Shea didn’t know what was more pathetic, the fact that he was alone and couldn’t even f*ck a simple female or that he didn’t want anyone but her, because there was no way he could replace her.