His Rules Chapter Three Jack and I have existed in what he has called “The Phantom Friend Zone” for the past few years. We’re more than friends, but we’re not “more than friends.”On his thirtieth birthday, he got drunk. It’s not just that he got drunk. He got drunk and drunk dialed Kristin. She called me and told me to pick him up. I had seen him earlier that night. I had gone out to celebrate with him, but I had to leave because being a mother doesn’t really allow me to take a night off. Apparently, that was the case with the rest of his friends, too. When I found him, he was severely drunk. He wasn’t just celebrating. He had been drinking to forget. I put his arm around my shoulder and helped to walk him out. He pointed out two women at the bar and said, “I could have had a threesome with them, but it seems some woman has poisoned my heart to where I only want her.” I took him back to my place. I didn’t want to leave him alone like this. I stripped him down to his underwear and tried to put him in bed. “I need to pee.” I helped him to the bathroom. He leans over the toilet and is doing the best he can to stand there. I notice his massive erection, which is popping out of the top of his boxer-briefs. I free him from his underwear and point him at the toilet, even though he is fighting against me. “Don’t tell Cathy you saw me this way.” He doesn’t know I’m standing beside him. I try to comfort him. “She won’t find out. Just go to the bathroom so I can put you to bed.” His dick starts to get a little softer as he starts to pee. I flush the toilet, pull his pants back up, and wash our hands. As I’m walking him back to bed, he garbles out, “It’s my birthday. How did I end up alone?” I lay him down on the bed. “Shhh. Just go to sleep, Jack. It will all be better tomorrow.” “When I was a kid, I thought my birthday wishes didn’t come true because I didn’t have enough candles. How many candles do you need before your wishes finally come true?” I start to run my fingers through his hair and caress his chest. “I don’t know. What did you wish for?” “I wished I had chosen Cathy over you that night, or at least that we hadn’t had sex. Things would be so much easier now.” As he’s confessing things I’ve longed to hear, he doesn’t know I’m taking care of his drunk body because of how I feel for him. I helped him pee knowing that is how he needed me at that moment, just like he once helped me change diapers, play with a fussing kid while I tried to sleep, or brought me dinner when I was too much of a mess to go out in public from taking care of a baby all day. As he babbles on about me, I hold him tight. I take in the smell of his skin and am thankful for this one chance to have him like this where he doesn’t have to think about what is right or wrong. I kiss his neck and shoulders and know this is the only time I will ever have to put my arms on his chest or to wrap them around his waist. He confides in me that he drank vodka tonight knowing it would act the same as Viagra on him. He tells me Kristen (me) is his booty call. He begs me (thinking I’m Kristin) to take advantage of him so he can pretend it is actually me. I refuse him, even though he protests it’s his birthday. He’s entitled to birthday sex. I hold him even closer as I begin to cry. I’m loving him as I’ve always wanted to and as I’m finding out he is wanting me to, as well. I don’t take advantage of him in this state. Instead, I grant his birthday wish and love him as myself without the sex. When he woke in the afternoon, he had no memory of what he had said, or even of me being there with him during the night. Kristin can try to tell me I’m young and deserve a good man in my life. She can tell me she wants me to be happy, or that she had her chance with him and messed it up. I don’t want him to know what all he confessed to me. It would be like betraying a friend, which I can’t do to him. I love him too much. Having him in my life this way is better than not having him at all. I don’t want to screw up the best thing I’ve never had. Anyway, he is leaving in a couple of days to go on a business trip to California. It’s not the right time to bring us up again. We seem to have gotten comfortable being more than friends and not having sex. About This Book Jack is intending this as the first part of a small series. He has more in mind for Jack and Cathy.
