Jace

OK. So I might have told a little lie to Claire, I wasn't going to a football buddies house; I was going to Marygold's. Now I know what you're thinking "But she cheated in you with the biggest asshole in the word!" and I don't disagree, I shouldn't head over there at 8:00 at night to a cheating ex-girlfriend's house when I could be getting ready to go to Wingman's, with two incredibly hot woman and some friends. Yet, here I am, in 8:00 at night, going to an ex-girlfriend's house, instead of getting ready to go to Wingman's, with two incredibly hot woman and some friends. But here's the thing, I need to know what happened, I kicked her out before she could explain, and something caused her to sleep with that major asshole. I stepped into the chilly air and went up to her door step, before I knocked I realized her parents weren't home, which Is probably a good thing considering they didn't like me to begin with. Marygold answered the door in an above the thigh nightgown, and showing her extravagant cleavage in full. "Um... uh..." "Yes Jace" she answered, making sure to bite her lip while looking me up and down. "Can I come in." I said, trying to look any ware but her body. She walked into the living room letting me follow. The house smelt like cinnamon, and thankfully, was warm. Marygold turned around facing me. "Look Marygold," I started. She cut me off, "Look Jace," she said, while once again looking me up and down, "I still love you ok? Even though you kicked me out without letting me explain." She came up to me and dragged a finger down my chest, "So why don't we go into my room and finish what Dylan couldn't. The bulge in my pants was become all too surreal, "Please?" she asked once more with puppy eyes. Any normal man would take that apology and go upstairs and screw her into the next reality, and honestly, I wanted too, but that's not why I came here. "Why did you do it?" I asked, my voice coming out shaker that planed. "Look Jace," her voice not sounding so sweet anymore, "You haven't exactly been that best boyfriend either, you always blow me off, and act like spending time with me is more of a challenge than a date. Dylan just said the right things when you were off flirting with Claire. But I'm here now, apologizing, and trying to make it up to you." She moved her hand down slightly to move over the tight space in my jeans. I noticed how pretty Marygold was when she wasn't so dolled up in makeup, and how pretty she was when she wasn't in 5 inch heals and faking that annoying voice, how pretty she was when she stopped looking at the world around her. "I need to take a very cold shower." I mumbled. Marygold laughed, "So is that a yes? She asked smiling. "OK Marygold, here's the deal," I said while looking at her in the eyes, that way she knew I was serious, "Were all going down to Wingman's tonight, why don't you come? We'll see about getting back together." She looked satisfied enough. "OK, " she said, "let me get dressed, unless I should go like this." She motioned down to her body. I laughed, "Go get dressed." She smiled and went back up stairs. I put my head down in my hands and rubbed my temples, "What the hell have I gotten myself into?" I mumbled.