Chapter 148: Matt
"I like her," Stephon said after we walked a block from the diner.
"I thought you might."
"Why didn't you tell me about the scar?"
"Because I knew it wouldn't make a difference." Matt's voice was almost smug and he was unable to hide the slight grin on his lips.
Stephon let Matt have the win this time. "I think it makes me like her more. I see why you find her attractive."
This isn't just attraction but Matt couldn't find the right words and now was not the time. "It's more than that."
"Yes, it is." Stephon said and began whistling a tune Matt hadn't heard before. They walked back to the hotel, each lost in their own thoughts.
Krispin called an exhausting session of practice, so the day flew by while they rehearsed, giving them little time to discuss Jewel. They talked about their weekend schedule while they walked back to the diner that evening.
Jewel came out of the kitchen, minus her apron, and walked toward the door when she saw them waiting. Matt held her hand while they made their way to her apartment.
"Could we take you out to dinner?" Stephon asked.
Jewel stopped walking, causing both men to pause beside her. "I have a better idea. Why don't I take you both out to dinner?" She removed the two large bills from her pocket. "I'll just give you these back first." She put her hand out toward Stephon.
"You need new shoes," he said stubbornly refusing to even lift his hand for the money.
Her face turned red and her voice stiffened. "My shoes or lack of shoes is none of your business. I didn't give you money and tell you to buy a pair of pants without holes in them."
Stephon's voice deepened while Matt stood by watching the fun. "I purchased my jeans this way and even now you're limping because your feet are sore." He refused to take the money because neither of us ever would.
"Again, not your problem. I think I'll pass on dinner, thank you."
Stephon turned to Matt. "Do something with her."
Matt's eyebrows cocked and he turned to Jewel trying to hold back his grin.
"Yes, Matt, why don't you do something with me... preferably without your friend." Jewels eyes spit fire or so it seemed.
"As much as I think you need the shoes, I'd prefer my head attached to my shoulders. I would, however, like to take you to dinner." He grabbed the money from her hand. "And if you don't want Stephon there, I'll leave him to have dinner alone back in our room."
She looked from Matt to Stephon. "I don't think either one of you is taking me seriously."
Matt lays his best smile out there for her. "That's not true. I told Stephon not to leave the money, but in some things he has a mind of his own and, though he hates to admit it, a big heart. Unfortunately, women find him hard to be around because he's dog butt ugly and I felt sorry for him so I invited him to join us."
Stephon didn't say anything.
"You're making fun of me?" She tried to stay angry, but didn't succeed.
"A little," Matt replies adding a little more curve to his lips.
"Please give the money to your dictatorial friend and tell him he can come to dinner, but he's not paying for my food."
"She needs a spanking." Stephon threw the words out in an off-handed manner.
Jewel looked at Matt and he saw the hurt in her eyes. She didn't say another word, just turned toward her apartment and started walking.
"She does have a nice ass, though," Stephon said once she was out of earshot.
"Killing you is sounding pretty damn good right now. You did that intentionally. What's your problem?"
"She's not one of us," Stephon said, the words precise.
Matt gave him the definition of what one of "us" really meant. "Degenerate, perverted, deviant? Isn't that what you said earlier?"
"Exactly."
"Well, we never got around to talking about my wild night of sex, but she took every kinky thing I gave her. You know she's perfect for us and you could use just a little of your finesse and win her over so she'd like you. I told you not to leave the money."
Stephon ignored the money comment. "She didn't seem too happy when I mentioned spanking."
"That's because it wasn't on the table, but it is for our next date, which you just fucked up." Matt's agitation came through loud and clear.
"You had no intention of having me part of that scene did you?"
"There's not a chance in hell now. You like her and you know it. I think she might be willing to keep an open mind about the two of us, or at least I thought so. Are you trying to cut yourself out?"
"Why don't you just fuck her a few more times, get her out of your system, and then let's get a few subs from the club and have sex until our balls fall off?" He looked at Matt. "Our kind of sex."
Matt rarely got angry, but his blood was about to boil. After a long, deep breath, he tamped down on his temper. "You will fix this."
Stephon looked at their surroundings and then back at his friend. "I just can't stop being an ass."
"You're jealous."
"You finally believe me."
"I believed you before."
Stephon's voice rose, "What happens when she doesn't like me in the same way she likes you?"
Kindergarten class was sounding good to Matt. "Then she's not the one for us."
"You don't mean that," Stephon snapped back.
"Fix it." Matt turned back toward the hotel. He'd explained that Jewel lived above a printing shop and he'd leave it to his friend to figure it out, but so help him, if Stephon came back empty handed he would pound his face in.
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