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However, she’s a stubborn little thing because she wanted to keep playing as the guys sent me looks to see if they should allow her to or not.
When I finally got her to sit down with me, trying to fill her up with a hamburger that she’d take small bites from, she finally passed out on my shoulder. I stripped her down and threw a shirt on her but kept those sexy red panties on to torture myself with while I stroked myself next to her in bed.
Literally high school shit.
Nevertheless, I fucked her prior. I had a piece and finally got her out of my house without much effort, and now things can fall back into place.
At least it did for a good two seconds because as I fill my bike up with gas, my phone vibrates in the pocket of my jeans with a text message and Liv’s name is plastered to the screen.
LIV: Please come get me.
No.
I’m the one who texts her randomly for shit I need or don’t really need. Not the other way around.
HUDSON: This isn’t how this arrangement works. You do things for me.
LIV: I need you.
Nope.
Three words. They are not directed toward me at all in the way my brain quickly just conjured them.
HUDSON: Did you forget how to drive?
Shit.
HUDSON: Are you drunk?
LIV: No, I’m stranded. My car won’t start and I was trying to make a clean break out of here.
My brain tosses back ideas of telling her to call an Uber. That me being someone she can rely on is not going to happen.
However, I’ve experienced how annoying her mother can be and I’d be desperate to make an escape myself from that wedding party.
HUDSON: You didn’t meet anyone there that could drive you home?
I offer the option because my picking her up isn’t a good idea. Plus, the next thing she’s going to ask me is if I can help her procure her car tomorrow.
However, I can’t say I’m a fan of some other asshole taking her and trying to weasel himself inside her home.
LIV: I did.
My jaw tightens and I immediately loosen it.
She needs to meet someone. I’m not it.
LIV: But I’m sore after all.
A prick of pride fills my chest like a fucking tool.
It doesn’t mean anything.
I crossed a line, but it’s not going to happen again. Apparently being her fake boyfriend for three days went straight to my head even though I already broke that off.
Though I can’t help but bask in how she can still feel me after last night. That she’d not fuck someone else after I did.
You’re stupid as all fuck, dude.
