Aryn's Desire(3)

By: Zoey Derrick



“Alright, how about Tuesday night, our place?” he asks.

“What time?”

I can tell he pulls away from the phone because when he talks to Raine, he’s muffled, but I hear, “He’s coming, what time?”

I don’t hear Raine’s reply and all I want to do is bite back that I haven’t said I’d come. Then again, Dex knows me better than that. “Any time after five,” he finally answers.

“Yeah, alright. Should I bring anything?”

“A date.”

I snort, “Like that’s ever gonna happen.”

“No, we got it covered,” Dex replies, dodging my comment. We seem to be having these conversations more and more lately.

“Anyone else coming?” I ask.

“Nope, just you. Dinner, and a chat.”

“About what?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me as I take the ramp onto the highway, headed toward home. Not that home is really where I want to be, but it’s better than being out. At least there I can rub out the orgasm Blondie failed to take from me. I shudder.

“Don’t worry about it. We’ll have more details on Tuesday and we can go from there.”

I roll my eyes for the hundredth time tonight. “Yeah, alright. I’ll be there.”

“See you then.”

“Later,” I tell him and hit the end button on my steering wheel.

Tonight is Sunday. I have a meeting with Mills, my boss, and Cami, Mills’s boss and owner of Bold International, tomorrow that will likely take up my whole day. It’s rare that those downtown trips last less than an hour.

Then…well, fuck, I have nothing else to do until Tuesday.





Arriving home is bittersweet. My apartment is tiny, a mess and well, what would you expect on a bodyguard’s salary, at least, when he doesn’t work consistently. I am pretty sure that is what tomorrow is all about. Mills rarely calls me into meetings with the Bold bigwigs unless it’s something ridiculously important. I’ve been a bodyguard for Bold International for the last four years. Working for them has led me to work with celebrities, musicians and the like. Which is how I ended up one of a small handful of bodyguards for the 69 Bottles nationwide tour this last spring. If Mills is calling me in, more than likely it has something to do with needing me somewhere else. Which is fine considering the band isn’t doing anything for a while.

My apartment is a modest one bedroom in a fourplex building. My apartment is on the bottom right. My neighbor is an older lady who I don’t see much, but who has always been nice to me when I’ve seen her.

The apartment above me is occupied by a family of three. Their son is like four or five, and even though kids are not my favorite humans, this one isn’t so bad. He doesn’t jump around too much. The apartment upstairs and opposite is vacant and has been for some time. When I knew Raine and Dex were looking, they’d come over and looked at it, but then Addison, 69 Bottles’ public relations representative and the wife of 69 Bottles frontman Talon Carver and the band’s manager Kyle Black, offered up her condo and I can’t say I blamed them for taking that over this little building.





I toss my mail on the counter and go to the fridge, grabbing a beer and throwing my keys in the bowl.

Bringing my beer with me to my bedroom, I unholster my sidearm and lock it in the safe in my closet before shedding my clothes. As soon as I’m naked and looking down, I see my dick sticking to itself, reminding me of the wasted condom. I roll my eyes again.

I’ve been with a lot of women. I am not going to lie about that, but never have I ever had a one and done like that before. Jesus. You’d think that I would have had it happen before, but she had no regard for me whatsoever, either that or she thought the little grunts I’d given her were me coming and… I shake my head. It’s not worth dwelling on. At least not if I plan to stroke one out before getting out of the shower.

Being six-three and a solid two seventy-five has its advantages. The girls love the bigger, muscular guys and while I don’t consider myself to be a big guy, they usually do. Not to mention there are not too many guys much bigger than I am. Though Dex has me in the height department by about an inch and his arms are definitely bigger than mine, he’s pretty lean throughout the rest of his body. I guess being a drummer has its advantages in the arms department.

I run my hands through my dirty blond hair, it’s grown out some since being on tour. I usually keep it military short, but lately I haven’t cared much. Since Dex hooked up with Raine while on tour, we haven’t gone out much like we used to. Dex was a regular party animal and womanizer, until her.

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