Undescribable (2 page)

“Do you want me to kick your ass?” I question. “Because to me, she is not worth fighting over. Just another bitch who can’t stay faithful. You think I’m the first? She didn’t even bother asking my name.”
I’m pretty sure she knew who I was, though.
“You want her? She’s yours.” I shove him, then lean back in the booth as he stands up. “Now, you can go fuck the slut and leave me the hell alone.”

He stares at me with narrowed eyes, his jaw twitching, and his breathing heavy I know that look; he wants to beat my ass, but that’s not going to happen. I get out from behind the booth and cross my arms over my chest as I straighten my back.

“Something else you would like to say?” I ask with a smile on my face. He fists his hands down at his side a few times before he turns around to walk away. He spins back to face me and pulls his fist back. I duck as he takes a swing at me, then stand up and punch him in the stomach. He hunches over and I take advantage of the situation, grabbing the back of his neck and shoving his face into the table. He moans as he falls to the floor.

“I suggest you get the fuck out of here before you piss me off,” I growl, leaning over him.

“You fucking bastard!” he spits out as he tries to stand.

“Is there a problem over here?” Josh, my best friend, asks as he comes up behind me.

“No. Just a… misunderstanding,” I say watching the man fumble as he stands.

“Stay the fuck away from Maggie.”

“Who’s Maggie? Oh, your woman.” I nod. “Right. She’s all yours,” I say with a smile.

He gives us one last look, then turns to walk away.

“Let’s go get some more drinks,” Josh says with a grin.

“What is so funny?” I ask.

“We saw you with his girlfriend,” he laughs.

I don’t find it funny. The bitch had to have known her boyfriend was here.
Was she trying to get my ass kicked?
Maybe she was hoping I’d kick the fuck out of her boyfriend. Either way, she wasn’t worth the fight. I would beat his ass for pulling on my shirt. But for her?
Fuck, no!

“Come on, man,” Josh says as he turns away from me. “I have someone to introduce you to.”

“Let’s leave and take this party back to my place,” I say, rolling my shoulders.

“Already knew you were going to say that.” He smiles as we approach a group of people by the entrance. I spot some guy making out with Bridgette. She is one crazy bitch, but not too bad of a fuck. I catch sight of Josh as he stares at them in confusion.

“What’s wrong?”

He shakes his head. “Stupid fucker,” he mutters under his breath. I don’t quite understand what he means, but before I can think much about it, he has my arm draped over a woman. “Slade, this is Jessica.”

“Well, hello there, Jessica.” I smile at her.

“Nice to meet you, Slade,” she purrs like a kitten in heat, placing her hand on my chest.

I look over at Josh. “Let’s have a few more beers, then head to my house,” I say, unwrapping my arm from Jessica.

“May I come?” she asks, smiling softly while eyeing me up and down.

This is why I don’t fight over any woman. There’s no need for it. There will always be another one willing to lie down and spread her legs. Jessica’s cute, but I’m still kind of pissed off about the bitch that had me knocking her boyfriend’s head into the table. As much as I fuck around, I can’t stand bitches who can’t be faithful. If you want to fuck someone different every night, then stay single. It’s not fucking rocket science.

I turn to Jessica. I’m still horny as fuck, and I’m not going to let
Mr. Clean
keep me from getting a piece of ass tonight. I place a charming smile on my face and take a step towards her. “I assume you’re single?”

She takes a deep breath as her eyes meet mine. “Of course.”

I push her hair away from her ear as I lean down to whisper, “Then yes, I’ll have you coming all night.”

Where in the hell is he?

I roughly place my phone on the bar and run a hand through my ponytail.

“Jax still not answering your texts?’’

Holly always seems to know when I’m in a bad mood. I can’t hide much from her. I haven’t really made friends with anyone other than Holly here at Larry’s. I’m a part time bartender and waitress and I’ve only met the owner, Carlson, once. Holly pretty much runs this bar herself, including all the scheduling, so she always makes sure to schedule me on a day when she will be working. Holly and her boyfriend Micah have become my best friends in the last few weeks. They are actually my only friends in this town.

When we moved here, Jax didn’t want me to work. He said I didn’t need to, and I didn’t think twice about it. I’m a bit of a loner and like keeping to myself. I’ve dealt with a lot of loss in my life. If you don’t get close to someone, then you won’t miss them when they’re gone, but it was different with Holly. She is too sweet not to be friends with. And Micah has been helping me out since the moment I met him.

I look down at the clock on my phone.
Almost ten.
Last time he texted me was a little after six, and I could barely read that text because he had already been drunk off his butt.

I hope nothing has happened to him.

“He’s either too drunk to feel his phone vibrate in his pocket, or he is ignoring me.”
I’m thinking the latter.

I look up from my phone and catch Holly’s sympathetic eyes staring at me. She is about my height, 5’4, and petite in size. She has thick, black hair which she wears in a short bob. Her hair frames her heart shaped face, accentuating her big, creamy brown eyes. Right now, those eyes are telling me that she thinks Jax is up to no good. I’ve thought that same thing the last couple of weeks, but wouldn’t I know if he was out with another woman? I’m sure word would get back around to me, or someone at Larry’s.

Someone would tell me...

Don’t get me wrong. We’ve had a pretty good relationship, even if it has been only eight months. We had never really argued until we moved here. Something has changed though, just in the last couple of weeks, and I have the feeling that he is up to no good. He would rather go out and party with friends, than be with me. Friends that I haven’t ever met. I went out with him a couple of times, but it didn’t go very well. We ended up getting into it, both times, so I stay home now if I’m not already scheduled to work.

“Know what I mean?’’ Holly interrupts my thoughts.

I shake my head no, not having a clue what she has been saying to me. “I’m sorry?”

I take two Bud Light out of the cooler and scan the bar, checking on my customers. A few more regulars walk in and seat themselves.

Holly lets out an exasperated sigh, telling me she has something to say, so I put down the beers and turn my body to face her. My friend is obviously going to tell me how she feels about
my
situation.

“I don’t want to put bad thoughts into your head, but I don’t know how you can put up with all this shit. He goes out every night, comes home late, and ignores your phone calls and texts.” She crosses her arms over her chest, and I get the feeling it’s so that she doesn’t start shaking me.

Maybe I need to be shaken.

“Not everyone has a perfect relationship like you do, Holls.” I grab the bottle opener out of my back pocket and pop the top on the beers. Holly and Micah have been together for three years. They have a wonderful relationship and are madly in love.

“I’m not saying it needs to be perfect. Look, I don’t know how to explain what I’m trying to say. Let me try again.” She takes a deep breath. “You’re beautiful, and could have any guy you want. When you first started working here, you guys were a little rocky, but you were still smiling and happy. This past week, you’ve seemed so…..down.” She frowns.

“Geez, thanks.”

I know she’s right, but I just can’t seem to get out of this funk that I’m in. It’s hard to be happy twenty-four seven when you’re always wondering what, or who, your boyfriend is out doing.

“I’m sorry,” she says sadly. “It’s just that—” She uncrosses her arms and slumps her shoulders, clearly defeated.

“No, don’t worry about it, Holly.” I put a hand up, interrupting her. “I promise to work on my happiness.” I give her one of my big fake smiles as I walk out from behind the bar to deliver the beers. I hear Holly laugh.

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

I deliver the two beers and check on a new table that was just seated. “Hey, Sam. What’s going on tonight?” Henry, one of my regular customers asks as I walk up to their table.

“Not much, Henry. Just trying to stay busy working.”

I give the three business men a smile. I waited on them the first night I worked, and have seen them every night I’ve worked since. They always come in together, dressed in suits. I don’t ask questions, but I’m guessing they tell their wives they are working late and hit up the bar instead. “The usual?”

“You know it,” Henry nods, and I head back to the bar.

“Holls?”

She looks up from the cash register.

“After I deliver these three beers, I’m going to run to the restroom real quick. Everyone should be ok, but can you just keep an eye out for my tables? I only have the two.” I pop open three Budweiser.

“Sure, no problem.” She waves me off.

I pick up the beers and place my tray on top of the bar. “Here you go, boys.” I place each beer in front of them.

“I’m buying the first round, Sam.” Henry pulls out his wallet, handing me a ten. “Keep the change, darling,” he adds, giving me a smile.

“Thanks, Henry. I’ll be back to check on you three in a few minutes.” I turn and walk off, heading for the restroom.

For a bar restroom, it is very clean. Well, it is when Holly and I work. I walk over to the counter and take my phone out of my back pocket to check it.

Nothing.

I’m really starting to get mad. You know when you’re so mad that you want to cry in frustration? I’m almost there.

I put my phone in my back pocket and close my eyes, taking a few deep breaths. I need to calm down. I have a long night ahead of me, and it’s a little too early to freak out.

I open my eyes and stare at myself in the mirror. My bright green eyes look like they are on fire, and my long dark hair is up in a messy ponytail. I should redo it, but I just really don’t care what my hair looks like right now. I sigh as I put my head down. I need to get out there and visit with the customers. It will help keep my mind off of Jax.

The rest of the night goes by pretty slow, considering how busy it got. They say that before you die your life flashes before your eyes. Well, my relationship must be about to die because I start to go through the last eight months of it.

I had just graduated from the University of Texas at Dallas with a degree in business. It was that night, after my graduation, when Jax told me about his new job offer. I could tell something was bothering him. He had been acting strange all night. Not necessarily different, per se, but quiet.

We had just pulled up to my apartment so we could change for a graduation party with some of my classmates. As soon as we walked in, he turned me around and put his hands on my shoulder. I remember looking over his features thinking how handsome he was with his blonde hair, chocolate brown eyes and light complexion.

“Sam...”

I tensed. He never called me Sam unless he had to tell me something I wouldn’t like. I could see he was anxious, nervous.

“I got a job offer today. No, wait. That’s wrong. More like a promotion,” he continued as he pushed a stray piece of hair out of my face.

“That’s fantastic, honey.” I smiled at him brightly, still trying to figure out why his face has a sad look on it when he just told me he got a promotion. When did a promotion become a bad thing?

“You know I love you more than anything, baby.”

My smile falls off my face. My heart begins to race, and panic starts to set in.

“I can’t pass this up. It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity. They picked me out of four other guys to do this job.” His sad brown eyes bore into mine as he ran his hand over his cropped blonde hair.