Behind The Scenes

23. Jo

Sex on the beach... it's good, and it wouldn't be bad either...
Oh God. How much did I drink? Now I ask the bartender.
«Sorry, how many have I drunk?»
«Three or four, I'll make you another one» he doesn't even give me time to reply that he immediately goes to prepare it.
Three or four? But where is Hero? At least an hour has passed... well, he'll still be in the bathroom.
I feel like dancing...
«Sorry!» I exclaim when I bang with a guy. Not bad... he looks like Hero, but it's not him. What did I just...
My thought is interrupted by the same guy who takes me by the hips and starts making me move in time to the music. Music that I usually don't like, but today I do.
We continue to dance, I see that he moves his gaze from my cleavage to my lips... cute of him.
Jealously he puts his on mine. I return the kiss. Hero is so beautiful... But he is not Hero. Shit... I detach from him, I look at him badly.
«Come to my house» he ventures to say with a perverted smile on his face.
I push him backwards and when I turn around I see Hero with... with a girl... I'm practically behind them, they haven't seen me.
«It was a pleasure tonight» he tells her, placing a hand on her bare shoulder.
«For me too, bye» she kisses him on the cheek.
I feel dying inside. He turns and when he sees me he tries to come towards me casually, but I push him away.
«What the...?» he says confused.
«Fuck you!» I scream at him and start to walk away.
«What the fuck is wrong with you? Stop» he stops me grabbing my wrist.
«You... you told her that... it was a pleasure tonight» I imitate him with an acid tone. «What have you been doing all evening, huh? Was it with her that you went... went to bed?» my words echo in my head, I'm too drunk. I have a faint.
He supports me.
«You have some beautiful...»
«You are drunk. How much did you drink while I wasn't there?»
«Four or five.»
«What?»
«Sex on the beach... which really means sex on the beach... which wouldn't be bad, you know?» in fact.
«There's nothing to laugh about, let's go home» oh, how serious he is, I can't stand him when he does this.
«You didn't answer my questions» I pinch his nose as I chuckles.
He immediately takes my hand off his face. «I told you let's go home, let's not make a scene out front.»
«All right, Mr. Hardin Scott» he looks like him.
«Hardin? You're dead drunk...»
«I know... but you look like him, you're so serious and bossy... and sexy.»
«Get in.»
We get in the car, did he call an Uber?
«You ... you cheat on me» but I give him a light kiss on his lips.
«No, I never would, you should know.»
My phone rings
«It's my sister» when I hit the green button to answer, he takes the phone from his hands. «Hey!»
«Hello?»
«Hero?»
«Hi, Kathrine, is something wrong?» he's mean.
«No no, I just wanted to talk to Jo, is she with you?»
«Yes, but she can't talk right now...»
«Is she drunk? My sister getting drunk, I don't believe it!»
«Okay, goodbye» and he hangs up.
«You're such a dick.»
«You shut up» he shakes his head. «We have arrived.»
We get out of the car and as he opens the door he says: «We'll talk now.»
Mhm, we'll talk... I want to fuck too much. I laugh at that thought.
«I don't mean pillow talk, the serious ones.»
«Ah, so you want to fuck me harder than usual?» he pulls his shirt and I go over to kiss him.
He backs away.
«Fuck you» I whisper.