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I grimace as I hear the words "go babyyy" coming from somewhere in the cheering crowd that is completely hypnotized by the twink's half-naked dancing body.
I immediately recognize the voice because it belongs to Emmett. Fucking Emmett.
Even the guy I picked prefers to watch the blond's ass rather than have my tongue in his mouth.
And Michael...
Michael!
Who once couldn't stand him because of his little jealousy, has his eyes glued on him.
My own best friend is cheering him on!
I'm annoyed and it makes me want to gouge my eyes out.
Not to mention I'm already going half-deaf from the insanely loud, horny guys.
I almost feel bad for them and their little boners because I know Justin is only doing this to get my attention.
But could they just shut the fuck up?
I mean, what's so fucking special?
So he can dance.
Big deal.
And yes, he has the perfect body, the perfect ass and the perfect dick.
But why do they have to be so fucking loud?
I know he looks great.
In fact, he looks delicious.
But do you see me acting all crazy and horny?
They're fucking losers. Every single one of them.
And Justin is seriously naive if he thinks this little spectacle of his is going to make me feel a thing.
He can shake his ass and rub his dick against the pole all he wants.
Then he and his little crown can go fuck themselves.
But no, instead he's on his way to torture me.
I almost laugh when he asks me if I saw him.
Yeah, I fucking saw you.
It was really hard to miss.
I think it's actually burned into my memory. And not in a good 'I'll wank myself off thinking about it' way.
Christ, he's looking at me like he expects me to start giving him compliments. As if what he just did deserves admiration.
It was fucking pathetic, if you ask me.
The fact that my dick disagrees is another story.
God, he's got a poisonous little tongue.
I may not have taught him how to dance, but that doesn't mean I'm not amazing at it myself. I'm fabulous.
So fuck you, Sunshine.
Okay, what the hell do you think you're doing, you little shit?
That's my trick!
I may not know his name, because it fucking doesn't matter, but he is mine.
I'm speechless. What the fuck is going on? Are they just flirting in front of me?
Shawn, just fuck off back to where I found you.
No, you do not want to get out of here, Shawn. You want to stay put and let me fuck you.
So why the fuck are you leaving with Justin?
Why the fuck is Justin leaving with you?
"I thought we had plans!" I shout without even thinking about it, and it makes me feel pretty pathetic.
I mean, why did I say that?
Because of course Justin used it against me. He fed me my own shit.
He's learning, that's for sure.
And under different circumstances, his boldness would probably make me crave him... but at the moment I just wanted him to stop with the crap.
But when I hear that according to Shawn, I'm too old to participate in their threesome, my brain freezes for a moment.
All I see is red.
And before I know it, Justin's gone with him.
So what?
He can do whatever the fuck he wants.
I don't give a shit.
If he really thinks I'm going to think twice about his little performance or the fact that he stole a trick from me, he couldn't be more wrong.
I mean, how many times do I have to repeat myself?
I do not care.
I never have and I never will.
And just because I'm going to the backroom where he currently is doesn't mean shit.
Because I don't feel a thing.
Not even when I see him pressed up against who was supposed to be my personal toy for the night, fucking him into oblivion.
It doesn't do anything to me.
And I ignore the stinging feeling in my chest as I leave, because I simply can't witness more than I already have.
I go home and pour myself a drink.
I sit in the dark and listen, hoping to hear the sound of the elevator.
But there's none.
All night long.
Because he's not coming (at least not to my place).
And suddenly I realize he's got me exactly where he wants me.
Wishing I was with him.