I narrowed my eyes at her before I turned and left with Sawyer. Cain met up with us, and for the next hour we stayed at the bar trying to figure out what I should do.
I was confused.
Torn.
“What do you guys think I should do?”
“Ashton, we’re the last people you need to be getting advice from,” Cain stated, taking a swig from his drink.
“Then what the hell are you guys good for? I’m dying here, man. Give me something.”
“Sage has a banging body for having two kids,” he added.
“For fuck’s sake, that’s what you reply?”
Cain shrugged. “What else do you want me to say? She has a great rack too. You motorboat those bitches yet?”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “You fucks aren’t going to help me at all, are you?”
“Man, listen,” Sawyer intervened, patting my back. “If you can see yourself sliding into home base with Sage, then you have your answer. You don’t need us to guide the way for you, Ashton. You’re a big boy, and she’s a package deal. You date her, you’re dating her kids too.”
“I’m fully aware of what she is, Sawyer. I can’t imagine not giving this a shot with her, though. You know all that bullshit we’ve been hearing for years about finding the one, blah, blah, blah… Well, I feel that with her.”
“So then what’s the problem?”
“What if I fuck it up? I’m good with kids, but I’ve never had to make them like me. There was never anything to lose if they didn’t.”
Cain replied, “I see your point.”
“I don’t know if I’m cut out for this. It’s not like I’ve thought about it before.”
“So think about it now.” Sawyer set down his drink. “Are you going to let your insecurities interfere with a woman you could see yourself ending up with?”
“Fuck… I don’t know how to take care of kids. I barely know how to take care of myself.”
“They’re not babies. What were we, sixteen when you met her?” Sawyer inquired. “That would make them what? Seven?”
“Something like that.”
“Seven isn’t so bad,” Cain voiced, ordering another round with a nod to the waitress.
“Did you just order drinks and not hit on the hot ass waitress?” I questioned, momentarily blown away by what I’d witnessed.
“I’m tending to your wounds, dipshit.”
“Since when have my wounds stopped you from getting your dick wet?”
“I’m married.” He held up his ring finger. “Remember?”
“Wait a second. Are you telling us that you’ve only been banging Lively?”
“We’re married.”
“You’re fake married.”
“I run my business here, Ashton. I’m selling the dream of love, and I highly doubt I’d be as successful as I am if people gossiped that I was sticking my dick into pussy that doesn’t belong to me.”
“So now Lively belongs to you?”
“Dude, what the fuck?” Cain scoffed out. “Why am I, suddenly on the stand and getting the third degree?”
“You and Lively seem awfully chummy for having a fake marriage,” I mocked.
Let’s see how much he likes it…
“Now you’re just being a moody dick, Ashton.”
“At least I can admit where I want to keep thrusting my dick in, Cain.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Sawyer interrupted, “Why are you two arguing about bullshit?”
“Look who’s talking, Sawyer,” Cain countered. “Your balls are so attached to Aspyn, she’s basically carrying them in her hands.”
“Eat shit, man. I don’t have time for a girlfriend, nor do I want one. She sucks my cock like a Hoover vacuum and works around my hectic schedule. I’d be an idiot to pass that up.”
“If you ask me,” the waitress exclaimed, setting our drinks on the table. “You guys all sound like pussy-whipped chumps.”
“Finally. Someone who sees reason.” I chugged down my drink. “Do you remember us at seven?” I reminded them once she walked away.
“Yeah,” Cain answered. “We were little shits.”
I grinned. “There’s never been anything little about me.”
He laughed. “Just tuck your cock in between your legs and go do what you feel is right. We’re not going to judge you if you want to settle down like Leo. Look how happy that son of a bitch is.” Cain’s smile widen. “All thanks to me.”
Sawyer arched an eyebrow. “I’m sure Leo felt that way when he knocked you out.”
“He did not knock me out. He sucker-punched me, and you know it.”
“I don’t know shit; I wasn’t there. What I do know is he walked in on you with your dick on top of his pussy.”
“My cock was covered.”
“You were hard.”
“Mila is hot as fuck, of course I was hard, but I wasn’t going to do anything about it.”
On that note, I stood. “This was a waste of time. Thanks for nothing, assholes.”
They smiled.
“Have fun groveling on your knees, bitch boy.”
I winked at Cain’s retort. “Have fun paying the bill, motherfucker.”
“Hey!”
I left, flipping him off on my way out of the bar. I went for a walk on the beach, needing some alone time to think about what I was going to do. When I made my way back up to our suite, I knew the moment I stepped into the room…