The Game (That Girl, #2)(40)

Me: Hi

Me: Hey!

Me: Okay, really just texting to let you know I’m experiencing my first Bitches Night Out tonight. Hope you have a great evening.



It doesn’t long at all for him to respond.



Levi: With who?



Me: the girls



Levi: real f*cking nice



His words take me by shock. I’ve talked to him when he’s been moody and in pain, but never has he spoken or texted like that since our only major fight. My phone starts ringing, and my heart stops when I see his name displayed.

“Hello?” I answer. It comes out more like a question.

“What the hell is Bitches’ Night Out, and do you really think you need to be going out whoring around town with Jenni?”

“Whoa, whoa, Levi.”

He cuts me off and continues to tear into me.

“I left to heal for my career and get into the best shape of my life. I’ve stayed away from all other women and have only focused on my body. Thanks for giving me that same respect.”

“Levi,” I finally yell into the phone, “what is wrong with you?”

“I’m f*cking pissed. That’s what’s wrong.”

“I won’t go then. Geez, it’s just drinks, dinner, and a movie. Lynlee and Jewels are going too.”

I don’t even know how to end my sentence with the rage coming from Levi.

“I’m done.”

Levi hangs up with his final words, leaving me reeling and still holding my phone to my ear. Killer jumps up in my lap, and I begin to pet him. I’ve actually grown to love the damn little thing.

My phone rings again. It’s Levi. I slide the button over to answer, but don’t say a word.

“I’m sorry, Jazzy. I’m so f*cking frustrated and I just want...I just want.”

“It’s okay,” I whisper.

I can tell whatever he is trying to say isn’t easy, and I know Levi doesn’t say sorry, so that much tells me how bad he feels.

“What can I do to help you, Levi?”

“Just be my friend.”

“I am.”

“I’m just having a bad day. A really bad day, Jazzy.”

“Want to talk about it?” I ask him, hoping he’ll give me some information.

“Recovering sucks. I mean, I feel better. Remember those pills I told you about?”

“Yeah, the ones for your ribs, right?”

“Yes, well, they’ve healed up real nice. It’s just trying to find my pace. Dropping back, and throwing, and anticipating getting hit. At least I can finally throw again.”

“What else is it, Levi?”

“My dad came by today and tore me apart. Picked on every single part of my game.”

“I’m sorry.”

“And I just want to be with you, Jazzy, on the dock, fishing. I want to be where someone sees me as just Levi.”

With a hopeful voice, I say, “Come back. Come home. I’ll help you.”

“I have twelve more days, and then I will.”

“I miss you,” I admit, “even though you’re a moody ass.”

“I blew up at you because I’m jealous. I want to be with you. The one going out and spending time with you. I miss you, too.”

“I won’t go.”

“You’ll go and send me pics all night.”

“Fine, I’ll go. We’ll see about the pics.”

“I gotta go. Thanks for the talk.”

“Bye, Levi.”

He hangs up again without saying a word. At least this time it wasn’t so hostile. The man does have a temper. My phone dings, and it’s Levi again, but only a text.



Levi: Don’t think I’m a dick. I never say bye on the phone.



I send him a few emoticons with kissy faces and hearts. I know it probably disgusts him, but it’s what I want to say…but in silly smiley faces.

***

“Another round of screaming orgasms,” Jenni hollers over to the bartender. And from the looks of it, they are very cozy with each other. He’s more than happy to whip us up another order of drinks. He’s been coming out from behind the bar to serve us with each round. I snuck off earlier to the bathroom to snap a couple pics of my cleavage and some random selfies. I haven’t grown the balls yet to send them to Levi. I know they would make his day, but I’m not sure why I’m so shy about it. The man has fingered me in my own kitchen, and I rode him buck naked in the wild, so why would a few pics be so hard to send?

“Jenni, got your order, hot momma.”

The bartender is once again standing before us with a tray of drinks. I’ll hand it to Jenni, because he’s sex on a stick. Olive skin, dark brown hair, and muscled from head to toe. He’s definitely something I would’ve been all over in high school. His bedroom eyes are something fierce, and I wonder if Jenni has ever seen them in an actual bedroom.

As soon as he leaves, Lynlee goes in for the details. “Okay, spill, Jenni.”

“What?” she asks.

“The details on you and Mr. Horndog Eyes bartender.”

“Oh,” she giggles. “We’re just friends with benefits. You know.”