Free Mister Distraction (Distraction #2) by Stephanie Jean Page A

stand next to me. She had Jasmine in her arms.
    “How are you holding up back here?” I let a nervous laugh slip. “I am proud of you for coming.” I glanced at her, my sweat rolling into my eyes, making them sting.
    “I think I should leave; I don’t belong here.” She grabbed my hand, her eyes filled with worry.
    “If you leave, I leave.” My eyes shifted to Jasmine in her arms. A tiny little smile played across her face. Shit, the girl had my smile and she owned it. I melted at that one tiny smile. She reached out for me to hold her and I looked at Jessica. I never held Jasmine. She crawled into my lap on occasion, but hold her, carry her—never. I took her in my arms and she wrapped her tiny legs around my waist. She giggled in my ear and it was a wonderful sound.
    I listened to the rest of the message with her in my arms. The pastor focused on the power of prayer. He was very convinced that it was the only way to be close to God. The service ended and I made my way over to Jacy’s family. I made eye contact with her father first and stuck my hand out. “Mr. Ronald, it’s good to see you.”
    Mrs. Ronald gave me a big hug before she spoke. “We miss you, Jason; you need to come see us more.” Jenny, the sister that was a couple years younger than Jacy, came up to me next. She was a spitting image of Jacy. I stopped breathing for a moment.
    “Hey, handsome.” I raised a questioning eyebrow at her and quickly glanced at her parents to see if they heard her, but they were too busy visiting other people to notice.
    She came up to me a bit too closely. “I am home for the summer. We should get together and catch up.” I stepped back.
That’s not going to happen
—at least that’s what my mind said, but my body said ‘game on’. I made a mental note to stay clear of Jenny. She looked way too much like her sister, and it would be way too easy for me to convince myself she was an angel and my second chance to be with Jacy.
    Monday, as I left work, I called Bettina. My plan was to meet her and apologize. She didn’t answer, and I didn’t leave a number. I had Bo all weekend and dropped him off Monday night. He didn’t want to get out of the Jeep, and I didn’t blame him, but I managed to coax him. I opened and closed the door to the apartment, leaving him inside and striding to my Jeep at record speed.
    Tuesday was the same, except when I left work and called Bettina, she answered.
    “Hello, Jason.” She had a sneer in her voice.
    “Hi, Bettina. I would like to meet you tonight if it’s possible.” She was quiet.
    “All right, meet me at the club eight o’clock.”
    “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.” I ran my fingers through my hair thinking about the sex that would be happening inside the club that I wouldn’t be part of. I wanted sex badly; it was all I thought about, obsessed over.
    “Please, Jason, meet me there and I’ll talk to you about anything.”
    “Okay, eight. No games, Bettina.” That was it; she hung up. And I couldn’t help the feeling that I was a recovering sinner walking into the house of temptation.
    At eight o’clock, I walked through the elevator doors at the tenth floor. Strikers, the Men’s Club was full for a Tuesday night. I took a seat at the bar. Over the last couple days, I had begun wearing t-shirts and jeans. The jeans seemed to hide my constant hard-on, and the t-shirt kept me cool. I was so fidgety and angry. My dick was in pain, but I welcomed the pain, as it was a reminder of how in control I was.
    Alex approached me first. “Hey, man. I saw Bettina with a guy. Did you know that redhead we fucked the other night had a boyfriend?” I shook my head. “Well, Bettina’s in there right now with the boyfriend.”
    I pushed my way through the crowd to the playroom they were in. “What the fuck?” Both Bettina and the boyfriend, Red, turned to me. “Bettina, did you set this up?” She smirked and I knew I was in for a show.
    “Use your safe