Katya

Since I had done nothing but mope around all day, Eliza’s solution was to take me clubbing and get me drunk. It brought back too many memories of some shady parties we attended in our Uni years. We had both broken up for the summer, which was reason enough to celebrate. We were too engrossed in one another to acknowledge the men who kept trying to hit on us, but it felt nice to be noticed.

“Oh my God. Is that Seth or Saul?” Eliza gasped, her eyes popping out, and she stared at the far corner of the club.

My head snapped towards the far seating area, and sure enough, it looked like Seth. His hair was too immaculate. He looked panicked and ducked away somewhere. I stood up to see where he went, but he was gone. I shook my head as I sat down.

Eliza burst out laughing and picked up her Pornstar Martini. We were much classier now as ladies.

“Man, that's so funny. He can't speak to you, but he is following you around. I might tell my brother that you're into him to see what happens.”

“Leave Grant alone,” I said, pausing to sip my drink. “The last thing I need is another man.”

“You're gonna miss the sex, though,” she said with a frown.

“Once upon a time, anniversary sex was guaranteed,” I snarled before I downed the remnants of my Pornstar.

I forced myself to push Seth out of my mind before I grabbed Eliza and dragged her onto the dance floor. Fuck being sad and depressed. Fuck it up the ass with a metal-studded dildo.

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“Are we dead?” I croaked out to Eliza before poking her face with my finger.

She had drool dripping from her open mouth and onto the pillow.

“I think I’m dead,” I said as I tried to climb off the bed to puke.

I fell onto the rug and hit my head on something.

“Almost stung on my ass, and now I can't walk. What am I being punished for?” I wailed as I lay on the floor. “Oh, you kinky bitch,” I whispered as I peered under Eliza’s bed and saw thigh-high black patent boots.

I heard some snorting and Eliza began to hoover up her slavering drool before she groaned. How did she still have saliva in her mouth when mine was so dry?

“You're being punished for waking me up, you cow,” she moaned.

I was too busy picturing my best friend as a dominatrix. She would look hot in all-black PVC gear. She had a head full of wild black curls. I inched closer to pull one out, hoping to find some whips or other paraphernalia from her secret life. Sadly, all I discovered was dust and dust-covered shoe boxes.

I had a flashback and hit my head on the wooden frame as my head jerked up. I grabbed my head and hissed at the pain. Seth drove us home last night while we sang, ‘I will survive’ at the top of our lungs. Neither of us can sing.

“Seth drove us home last night,” I said, crawling out from under the bed.

“Score, a free ride home,” she muttered.

“No, this isn't good. He is going to get the divorce papers today. Lizzie said she was sending them guaranteed next-day delivery,” I said, sitting up. “Ugh, why did I think drinking would help.”

Eliza flopped back on the bed.

“I couldn't bear how sad you looked. Perhaps you should give him an opportunity to speak and set up a meeting at the solicitor's office. It would be a mutual safe zone.”

That was a good idea. I hired Lizzie the same day I left the house. I knew that doubts would creep in if I didn't act immediately and would only delay the entire process. Or chicken out from following through with it at all.

“I need to feel human before I can make that call. I can't drink like that again. Imagine if our students saw us,” I groaned, trying to hold onto the bed to stand up.

“I’d be shocked that they let six-year-olds into nightclubs,” she said with her eyes closed. “Why is the room spinning?”

“More to the point, why did I sleep with you?”

“Because I'm cuddly,” she said with a faint smile before she opened one eye. “Did we sing Gloria Gaynor’s song last night?”

“Singing would be an exaggeration,” I said dryly. “Fighting cats probably sounded better than us.”

“Those fucking pornstars did us in,” she said with a groan.

When the doorbell rang, she didn't move. I shook my head and tried to walk in a straight line to get out of her bedroom. I kept my pace slow and steady until I reached the door.

A man stood there with a brown bag, and I looked at him blankly as my brain attempted to process the situation.

“Your food and coffee,” he said as if I were dim, but he had me at coffee, so I ignored the condescending attitude.

“Did you order food and coffee?” I shouted to Eliza, but the sound vibrated around my heavy head.

“No,” she said. “I only woke up because you left me no choice.”

There were two breakfast burgers and two coffees, one black, the other white for Eliza. It must have been Seth. I left the food on the table and touched my cheek when I remembered Seth helping me into the apartment. He kissed my cheek and whispered shit in my ear.

Do you think you can walk away from me, baby? Let someone else touch what belongs to me. Just try it, , because I see you now . Till death do us part, and neither of us is dead…yet .

God, he’d sounded like a psycho.

He rarely got angry and it was never directed towards me. I remembered the nightclub. We ended up dancing with two random guys. I was still married. I shouldn't have done it because if I were honest with myself, it would hurt me if I saw Seth out with his brother touching random girls. I mean, I expected it from my fuckboy of a brother-in-law, but not Seth. I cringed, remembering rubbing my ass on the bloke’s crotch.

Fucking Pornstar Martinis .

I needed to see Seth. I went to call Lizzie but stopped to grab the coffee and burgers to take into Eliza’s room. I needed something to soak up the Pornstar in me.