It's been a full five weeks and things between Monica and I are great, astonishingly. Besides the fact that doing boyfriend-type things is still completely foreign to me, I think I've been doing a pretty decent job. We've gone out to dinner, been shopping, even taken a few walks through Quincy market. It's odd having someone to do things with, share things with.

Speaking of taking her out to dinner, that had become completely fucking awkward one of the times we'd gone out together. Our waitress had leaned over, directly in-between us, to stare into my eyes. I've never experienced something so strange in my life. She commented on the color, commented on how handsome I was and called Monica a lucky girl.

The fucking balls on that female, I swear to fucking god. Monica had handled it better than I had, she had just laughed after the waitress walked away and I just stared at Monica like she had ten fucking heads. I mean, women usually flirt or come on to me, I'm used to that but I'd never expected one to do something like that while I was with someone. But then again, I've never really been with someone long enough or relationship wise to actually notice.

Relationship... It's still seems like a foreign concept to me. But, even though that is the case, I haven't cheated, not even a little bit. Surprisingly, coming home to Monica every night squashed the desire to even do so.

Now, everyone that knew me was wondering what the fuck had happened to me. Pussy. Pussy happened to me and not just any pussy, Monica fucking Cavalieri's pussy. As much as I would like to say it was just that, it wasn't, but let's not get into that.

Monica and I were basically living with each other. She spent nearly every night in my apartment or I was in hers. I had actually been sleeping, well, somewhat. When I would wake up from my terrible night terrors Monica would comfort me until I calmed down. By comfort, she would usually get on top of me and ride me until I came.

I don't know if there is another human being on the planet quite like this one. She so selflessly gave herself to me and I have no idea why. Every day I felt like I got more and more from her. It's like every committed step I make  with her she wants to show me how appreciative she is. By appreciative, I mean I'm continually getting the fuck, fucked out of me. Literally and figuratively.

There will never be another woman in my life quite like Monica. She's the most unique woman and not just because I can stand her for more than a twenty-four hour period of time. Who am I kidding? It's usually only twelve. If that. Long enough for a night of pleasure and that's about it.

But every time Monica and I slept together it was like we were branding each other. Anyone who would ever sleep with either of us again would know they couldn't compare. The connection between the two of us was that deep. My disease, as I'd once referred to her, had implanted itself inside of my very bones. I felt like I had Monica-shaped imprint on my black, tattered soul.

Tonight, I took her to the club so I can properly introduce her to Trevor. He's my best friend, he's like a brother to me and he knew something was definitely up with me. When I'd told him that I was exclusively fucking one person, that I was in a relationship with someone, I'd thought he was going to have a heart attack.

He had thought that I was fucking with him at first and couldn't stop laughing. Then he'd looked into my dead-ass, serious eyes and realized that no, I wasn't kidding. He almost passed out, I swear. After about a million and one questions he'd said he wanted to meet her.

So, here we are...

"I'm nervous." Monica pulls on the bottom of her dress nervously, "The last time I was here you beat the shit out of Joey in front of everyone."

"Yeah, but nobody cares or remembers that." I state to her as I take a drag of my cigarette, leaning on the brick wall beside the club's doors.

She rolls her eyes at me and crosses her arms over her chest. "I don't know, Sean." She looks mostly nervous but also partially irritated.

"Listen Mon, no one cares about all that shit. Trevor is my best friend, he's practically my fucking family."

"Yeah and he basically called me an STD riddled whore, Sean." She deadpanned.

Yeah, there was that...

"Well, that's because you were with Mr. Douche-Cunt and he had no idea who you were." I shrug as I take a long drag. "And he knows just how fucking volatile my temper can get. Trev was probably just trying to get me to calm down before I accidentally committed manslaughter, even if it was kind of a shit way to go about doing it."

She sighs heavily. "Okay, fine." She smooths out her black dress even though it's already skin tight. "Let's just get this over with."

Monica looks fucking gorgeous tonight. Deliciously edible. I didn't want to leave when she had opened her apartment door. Nope, not at all. I'd wanted to throw her on that bed and fuck her so hard she saw stars for days.

She's wearing a black dress that fits her like a second skin. It's a shimmery, low-cut thing that displays her breasts perfectly. It stops mid-thigh and has my cock twitching just to get up underneath it every time I glance in her direction. To top it all off she's got on these spikey, angry looking heels.

I want to have her in nothing but those shoes with her lips wrapped around my cock. That or bent over, grabbing her ankles as she shakes that perfectly round ass at me. Shaking it just before I shove my big fat cock inside her tight, wet little pu...

"Sean?"

"Huh?" There I go lingering in pussyland again.

"Can you not think about pussy for more than five minutes?" She says, placing her hands on her hips as she tries to look somewhat authoritative.

I shrug and lift up both of my hands in the process, "At least I'm thinking about your pussy, right?"

She chuckles. "You're such a fucking mess."

"But I'm your fucking mess." I give her a lopsided smile that has her melting in front of me. I cock my eyebrow at her as she bites down on her bottom lip.

She crosses her arms over her chest, "What?" I give her a knowing look. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

I smirk at her. "Stop thinking about my cock."

"At least I'm thinking about your cock." She retorts.

"Well duh, sweetheart. It would be useless to think about another. I mean, you've seen what I have to offer and let me tell you no other man will satisfy you quite like I can." She rolls her eyes. "You know you weren't looking at me like that last night when you were making a complete mess as you squi..."

She holds a hand up, "Can you just shut the fuck up already and introduce me to your friend?"

That one has me laughing. "Alright, sweetheart." I flick my cigarette away before holding the door open for her because yes, I can be a fucking gentleman when I want to be.

It's loud, as usual, with some bass thrumming trap song playing. I take her hand and guide her through the sea of bodies. I find the staircase in the back that I know leads up to Trevor's private section above the crowd. Once we're up the stairs I immediately freeze and block Monica from the view in front of me.

Trevor is currently licking some substance off of a nearly-naked woman. I say nearly because she's just got on heels and a g-string. She's leaning back on the leather couch with her hands in his hair. She's tugging it hard and moaning as his tongue swirls her belly button.

Fucking great, Trevor. Way to try and make a solid first impression. Jesus fucking Christ.

I clear my throat loudly, causing him to look up at me. Trevor is on a different fucking planet right now, I'm sure of it. If that dazed, far-out look on his face wasn't sign of it, I don't know what was.

"Hey Sean, perfect timing!" He calls out to me, sounding completely gone out of his mind. "Come try some of this."

For fuck's sake, Trev... I didn't know what this is but I knew I didn't want to try any and especially in front of Monica. Trevor already insinuating she was a whore was bad enough. Monica didn't need to be privy to all of this.

"Hey Trevor," I rake my hand through my hair "can you stop being a douchebag and tell whatever her fucking name is," I gesture to the nearly naked woman who is now strutting around in her heels "to put some clothes on because it's going to make Monica uncomfortable if you continue to keep doing what you were just fucking doing."

Trevor rubs his hands on his face in realization. Well, that or he's just wicked fucked-up. "Selena, put some clothes on. I'm sorry, man. I completely forgot you were bringing her here. Shit."

"Yeah, shit, you fucking idiot." I'm just glad I'm still standing semi in the hallway, blocking the rather unsavory view from Monica.

"Sean, it's fine." I hear her call out from behind me as she tugs on the back of my shirt.

"No, I'm not going to have you hanging out with whoever the fuck this chick is." I tell her as she makes her way past us into the hallway. The dress she's wearing is not even really a dress at all. Apparently, Solange, or whatever her name is, enjoys being partially dressed all of the time.

Once nearly-naked-chick leaves I reach back and grab Monica's hand. She intertwines her fingers with mine as I begin to lead us forward into the room. The moment Monica walks out from behind me Trevor's dazed eyes hone in on our interlocked hands in disbelief. Then his gaze shifts from our hands to Monica, more accurately Monica's body.

Now, I am not typically the jealous type because there's never been any reason for that particular word to come into play in my life. But, I am now beginning to realize that I am definitely not someone who enjoys their woman being thoroughly ogled either. Especially when the person doing the ogling is someone I consider my family, my brother.

I know Trevor can't fucking help himself though because Monica just rolling out of bed is attractive. But in that god damn dress she is so ridiculously hot, she's more fuckable than any woman I have ever seen. Apparently, Trevor thinks so as well.

"Keep it in your pants, Trevor. I mean, for fuck's sake, can you not look at her like a filet mignon." I say once we're in front of him.

"I can't fucking help myself, man. Have you seen her?" Trevor makes a point of looking her up and down again then winks at her.

Seriously? Such an asshole move, Trev.

"Yes, Trevor, I've seen her." I roll my eyes at him. "Sorry bud, no fucking sharing this one." I feel Monica's hand grip mine a bit tighter and her body slightly tense beside me.

Ah fuck, there goes my mouth again.

Trevor didn't seem to notice, "You sure? Because if you remember that one time with..."

"Shut your fucking mouth right now." I give him a lethal stare.

I knew what he was referring to though. There was one time where we both fucked the same girl in the same night but not at the same time. Trevor was out of his fucking skull if he thought I'd let him put his dick anywhere near one of Monica's holes.

"Okay, okay." He holds his hands up. "I was just kidding." He wasn't, I'd bet money on it. But I'm glad he said it for Monica's benefit. "Well Monica, I'm Trevor, Sean's rich and handsome employer. He's not the ideal employee but you know, I put up with him." He shrugs, trying to be serious but ends up giving her a small laugh.

"Ha. Ha. Ha." I deadpan and roll my eyes. "You're so funny."

"I was also going to say best friend too but you didn't let me finish." Trevor stretches his hand out toward Monica with a smile. "Seriously, Sean's like my brother. It's really nice to meet you, Monica."

"Nice to meet you too, I think..." She grabs  ahold of his outstretched hand with a small smile.

"Jesus, where can I get a fucking drink around here? I didn't realize you were going to be such an awkward fuck." I aim at Trevor.

"Like you don't already know the answer to that question." Trevor rolls his eyes.

"True." I chuckle as I walk Monica over to the small bar area where our buddy Matt is working. After a quick introduction to him I order us a couple of drinks.

"Trevor's a real charmer." She says, leaning back in her seat.

I laugh. " You can't say that introduction was any worse then when I first debuted into your life. He's got nothing on yours truly."

"True." She gives me a small laugh and then taps her pointer finger on her chin. Yeah, at least that chick wasn't half naked and didn't slam into me, knocking my belongings everywhere. Then followed out the door by some insanely attractive guy wearing only his boxers. Oh, and screaming at her to go choke on someone else's dick."

Not half naked but just in her g-string... but we won't go there.

"See, what did I tell you?" I say grabbing ahold of my drink. "I'm the epitome of charming. He's got nothing on me."

Monica just laughs and shakes her head as she sips her drink as well.

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A/N:

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