When bitter&sweet meet
°5•His side

What the fuck did I do last night? It’s not what I usually do. The one-night stand thing that I do almost every night. Trust me. My sister disapproves of my choice of living.

No, what I mean is when I fucked Tory more than once and what was the deal with me falling asleep after that? Shit, I even remember her name.

As I was saying, when I woke up and found her in my arms, it didn’t go well with me. I’m not a fucking snuggly person, I’m a player, and I intend to stay that way for a long damn time.

I was talking to some blonde, whose name I don’t remember, Janette, Jules. Who gives a shit. When I saw her for the first time, it amused me to see her staring at me like that, and when she turned away to face Jerry, I was sure she would fall on her ass. Just thinking about it makes me want to laugh again.

I frowned when I saw Stuart talking to her. I knew she was uncomfortable. I just went to help her out. I mean, I had a good thing going with Jane, Judy, whatever the fuck it was.

I should have skedaddled when he left her alone, but she had to ask me what kind of guy I was, which made me change my target for the night. I warned her I wasn’t a knight in shining armour.

My thoughts are interrupted when I hear a knock on my door. I wonder who that could be. I hope it’s not my sister, I love her, but I don’t need another lecture.

“Charlie.” I only say when I let him step into my apartment. He’s my little sister’s boyfriend. I know he’s a good guy, not like me, which I’m glad for. I may be a bastard, but my sister is the only one who is important in my life.

“You got a minute, man? I want to talk to you.” He seems nervous.

“Shoot,” I reply

“Well, you see, you're the only one I can ask this because we'll because you know both of your parents being dead and all.” His eyes widen at the realization of what he said. “Oops, sorry, man, that sounded way better in my head.”

“I don't have all day!” I snap at him. I don’t need a reminder of my parent’s being dead.

My father died in a car accident when I was ten. My mother, well, that’s a delicate subject that I don’t want to dwell on. All I’ll say is it was harder for my sister.

“I want to marry Lily. I want your blessing before I ask your sister to marry me.” I can hear in his voice how nervous he is.

“You want to marry my little sister?”

“Yeah, it’s the right thing to do. You’re the most important person in her life. Well, besides me.” He says with a smirk.

When he sees the scowl on my face, his smirk vanishes immediately. Now it’s my turn to smile.

“If you break her heart, I will bury you.”

“So, is that a yes?” He asks uncertainty.

“Yes, you fool. I hope when you ask her, you won’t be as much of a pussy as you’re being right now.” I roll my eyes at him.

He doesn’t say anything, shocked at how I spoke to him. I don’t know why. I’m always like this with the others, except for my sister.

“Now, piss off. I have better things to do.”

He doesn’t hesitate as he steps out of my apartment as if someone lit a fire up his ass. I like the guy. He’s decent for my sister.

Speaking of the devil, she’s calling my cell.

“Hello, evil spawn,” I answer.

“If I’m an evil spawn, then you must be the devil with how you live your life.” She replies.

I scoff. “You know you love me.”

“Lucky for you, I’m the only one.” I chuckle at her response.

“I have a name, you know. It’s Tory.”

“I know. I heard it when you said it the first time.” I chuckle once more.

“I’m glad I amuse you.” She replies.

I brush a lock of hair behind her ear. “Trust me, babe, it’s not amusement I’m feeling right now….”

“Levi? Levi, are you there?” I hear my sister’s voice interrupting my memory of yesterday as it comes back to me again.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t get your panties in a bunch. I'm here.” I snap at her.

“Levi, are you ok?” I could hear the uncertainty in her voice. “Is Darla bothering you again?”

Why would she mention my ex-wife? I sure don’t need to hear about that bitch.

“Look, Lily. Now’s not a good time. I have to go. Talk to you later.”

I can still hear her talking when I hang up on her.

I sit on my sofa, rubbing my face with my hands as the memory of that day comes back to bother me again.

“I can’t believe Darla didn’t make it. I mean, she’s your wife,” Lily says as we look at our mother’s grave.

Our mother died of breast cancer and today is her funeral. The others left us alone to be by her grave after the service.

“I’m sure she tried. I mean, she had to work. She couldn’t get out of it. Can we please not argue about this? Especially here.”

“I’m sorry.” Lily apologizes as she kisses my cheek, “we better go join the others for the memorial.”

I didn’t stay there too long. It was too painful for me, so I said goodbye to my sister and went home. I wanted to be alone so no one could see how hurt I was. Thankfully, my sister understood as she stayed behind with the guest. She wasn't alone. She just started dating Charlie a week ago. He helped her a lot through this process.

As I park beside my house, I see Darla’s car. That’s odd. I thought she had to work today. Is she sick? Is that why she couldn’t make it?

Stepping into the living room, everything that I knew was a lie. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. Right In front of me is my wife screwing her boss on our sofa.

I fold my arms in front of me. “At least you chose the sofa over our bed.”

They both jump when they hear my voice.

“Levi, oh my god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean….” Darla, my wife, says nervously.

“Shut your damn mouth!” I glare at her.

“You don’t have to be an asshole toward her.” The douchebag dear to speak after what I’ve just witnessed.

I don’t waste my time as I storm over to him and punch him in his face. I grab him by his throat to toss him out of my house, not caring that he’s still naked.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry I….” She tries to apologize to me.

“You had to do this today of all days. It was my mother’s funeral. For God’s sake, you discuss me.”

That bastard starts banging on the door.

“Oh, look, your lover is asking for you.” She doesn’t have time to say a word as I grab her, drag her over to the door, and shove her in his arms.

She had time to put a shirt on before I threw her out.

“Hope you’ll be thrilled together,” I lash out as I slam the door in their faces.

I run upstairs to throw my clothes in a bag and drive to my sister’s apartment. Luckily. I have a key where I know I’m always welcome.

The rest is history. After that, I wasn’t the same person I was before. Except maybe for last night when I felt being my old self after I took Tory in my arms for the first time, and that scares the hell out of me. I won’t ever want to be him ever again.