Finding Jaime Read Free

of my water. “I probably ruined a good night for her.”
    “Are you kidding? She said to thank you for saving her from having to tell him no again.” My eyes snap to Sadie’s. “When you fell asleep, Tom lifted you up and carried you to bed. Joss went with him and wouldn’t let him undress you, even though he was just kidding about stripping you down.”
    “Well, that was sweet of her,” I mumble.  
    “She brought you the water and painkillers before she got a cab with Cade.”
    I feel a smile tugging at my lips but hold it back. I still think Joss has something against me, and maybe her being nice was all for show? I don’t know, but whatever it is, I don’t fucking like it.
    “Are you working today?” I ask, changing the subject.  
    “I’m on the afternoon shift,” she replies and sits down next to me, smoothing my bird’s-nest hair over my ear. “One until nine. The hotel’s usually busy with new check-ins then, so I’m not looking forward to that. Anyway, Tom’s going to pick me up after to take me to visit my mom and dad, so I’ll be away until Monday night.”
    Sadie’s parents live a two-hour drive away and didn’t like that she didn’t want to move with them, instead choosing to stay here after passing her hospitality degree. I’ve no idea how working in a hotel is a desirable occupation, but she loves it. The people coming and going, making sure they have a pleasant stay, catering to every whim and request. She wants to have her own someday, and I truly believe she will because of her pure determination to succeed.  
    Me, on the other hand, I struggled to find a job after passing my business degree. Not because I lack the knowledge, but because it’s so fucking boring that I fall asleep just listening to the managers go on and on about turnover, projections, and targets. I’d rather watch paint dry.
    “How are you getting on with work, Jai?” Sadie asks, getting my attention. “Are you liking it any better?”
    I shake my head, regretting it when the roadworks start up again. “It’s okay, but it doesn’t excite me like your job excites you,” I explain. “Reading through countless financial reports is draining. I can’t concentrate properly and because of that, I’ve missed some relevant information. It’s only when I double check that I see it. It’s not fair to the company, Sade. I could fuck up big-time, and it’ll be all my fault because I can’t get out of the funk I’m in.”
    Sadie’s rubs her hand up and down my back, and her touch eases me a little. “Why don’t you go and see someone?” she suggests. “Maybe a professional will be able to help you, because I have no other solutions, sweetie.”
    She’s been a great friend, listening to me going on about how nothing has ever interested me enough to keep me going back for more. There’s something inside me that tells me that I haven’t found what I’m looking for. That usually happens when I’m being slammed into by a big cock, and I know it’s because I’m not interested in the guy on the other end of it. I put it down to my conscience telling me that I’m just using him to find gratification, but I know that’s what he’s doing too. However, it plays on my mind so much that I can’t focus the day after. Yet I keep searching for the next one to give me what I need.
    “Nah, I know what’s wrong with me,” I reply and carefully stand up. “I’m just bored with looking for somebody to please me. God, I sound like a spoilt bitch.”
    “No, you don’t,” Sadie laughs. “Everybody deserves to be happy, Jaime. You just need to find what that is for you.”
    But what if I can’t? What if it’s not somebody I need to find, but myself ?

    I walk into the coffee shop a couple of blocks away from our apartment. The dim lights a welcome break from the glaring sun, and I'm able to remove my sunglasses when it’s my turn to be served. I look behind the cashier to see Joss busy making drinks, and I