I'm Yours: A YokRay Story

Chapter 5: Unyielding

Ray POV:

After Yok left me that night I'd fallen asleep in the tub and woken up a little while later, stiff and cold. I suppose it's what I deserved. I wasn't exactly a very nice person. I'd always been quick to anger and slow to forgive, picking fights with everyone and only being nice to my closest friends. I'd been the same with Yok, making him hate me.

I had spent a long time after that night staring at the bite marks on my skin, a reminder that only Yok had ever made me feel so good. I was almost sad when the bruises eventually faded into nothing - like they'd never been there to begin with.

I refused to call him though. I didn't want him to know I was desperate for him so I decided to wait at least another 3 months before I hooked up with him again. I would not bend to my desires, I refused.

I threw myself into every other aspect of my life instead. I actually started studying and spending time with my friends instead of drinking alone in my mother's music room. My life became so busy that I soon forgot about my dirty little secret with tattoos.

Sometimes late at night I found myself scrolling to his contact though, my finger hovering over the call icon. Tonight was one of those nights. It had been weeks since I'd last seen Yok, maybe 2 months, and I was aching for him.

I shoved the thought down and grabbed my keys. I needed a drink and a warm body for the night. I couldn't handle this lack of action because it was making me miss the man I actually hated.

I headed to YOLO out of habit since it was the bar my friends frequented. They were having one of those evenings where everyone wore a different colored wristband to indicate what they were looking for. I quickly grabbed one showing I was available and into both men and women.

What? A hole was a hole. I didn't care what the person identified as. If they were a consenting adult and I found them attractive, I went for it.

I suppose I was a bit like my friend Boston in that sense. The only differences between us was that he was solely into men and he didn't care if someone was in a relationship. I at least respected the boundaries of a committed relationship - if I was aware the other person was in a relationship.

My drunken ways had ended up with me once going home with a married woman. Imagine my surprise when her grown daughter walked in and started screaming at her mother about cheating on her dad.

In my defense, she wasn't wearing a wedding ring and she deserved to get caught. What stupid idiot would take their side piece to their actual house?

Luckily for me I'd already done the deed so I got out of there quickly and with no blue balls. I think my drunk ass would've invited the daughter to join us that night if I was still busy. It wasn't my proudest moment, but it was also my proudest moment.

Of all the hot guys in the bar, that woman had chosen me to cheat with. I was hot enough to break up a marriage that had lasted more than 20 years. I would wear that like a badge of honor until the next big thing came along.

I was pulled out of my thoughts about that married woman by someone more age appropriate sliding into the seat next to me and ordering a beer. She drank the same cheap shit as Yok.

"Hey cutie," I said confidently, giving her a dazzling smile that I knew made men and women alike melt.

She turned to look at me, returning my smile. She had a sweet face framed by long wavy hair and curtain bangs. She looked like the type of girl I would ask on a date if I ever felt the desire to be in a relationship.

"Hey yourself," she greeted cheerfully before grabbing her beer. "What's your name?"

I gave her another once over, making sure she knew I was checking her out.