I finally managed to shake off Miss Giggles.
Shit. Instant regret over that one.
Sure, the sex was hot, but I am so not after a repeat. I told her we were done, which should have been enough to shake her, butthen she grabbed my hand. Now she’s in the bathroom, and the second she’s out, she’ll no doubt be looking for me.
Maybe I should bail. Take off for a while until things die down, and then I can?—
Aw, shit. Here she comes again.
I throw back the last of my beer and drop the can on the floor, watching it roll away from me and trying to avoid eye contact as she totters toward me.
“There you are.” She grins, flopping onto the couch beside me and resting her head on my shoulder.
I nudge her off, turning to glare at her. “What are you doing? I said we’re done.”
She looks at me like I’m crazy, blinking for a second, then laughing. “What? So you’re not even going to talk to me anymore?”
“I’m pretty sure that’s what ‘we’re done’ means.”
Her expression buckles as she leans away from me, her giggle turning to vapor when she finally starts to understand what I’m fucking saying. “After what we just did outside, you’re not even going to let me sit next to you?” That tipsy sparkle in her eyes fades to something dull and wounded.
Shit.
I told her.
I clarified before I got my dick out that this was just sex. Nothing more.
Didn’t I say that?
Didn’t she agree to it?
“I told you, I don’t do serious. It was just a bit a fun.”
“A bit of fun,” she scoffs, thumping back against the cushions and crossing her arms.
This is my chance to get up and bolt for the door.
“Don’t you dare move.” She snatches my bicep, her nails digging into my muscle as she whisper-barks, “I won’t let you treat me like a whore.”
I frown at the accusation, turning to face her properly. “I didn’tmakeyou sleep with me. And I wasn’t paying for shit. You wanted it.”
“Because I thought we had something going!” she hisses.
Her face has gone all out of shape, stealing her beauty as it morphs into a raging scowl.
My insides roil, guilt threatening to scrape my intestines raw, but that feeling can fuck off because I made myself clear. And it’s not like she really feels a connection.
Please. We’ve spent all of two seconds together.
My scoff is rough and harsh, and it’s time to bite back and shake this chick for good. Leaning in, I get right in her face and tell what she needs to hear—the truth. “You only let me fuck you because you want in with my mom. Feel free to drop my name when you reach out to her. Not sure it’ll make a difference, but you can give it a try.”
Her head jolts away from me, her skin paling as her eyebrows dip into an even sharper V. “You’re such an asshole.”
“I thought you knew that already.” I narrow my eyes. “No one made you play with fire. You threw yourself at me, and don’t try to tell me that none of your little girlfriends warned you to stay away. You had your agenda.”
She shoves me away from her, jumping off the couch and straightening that little skirt of hers. It only barely covers her ass, and I smirk at her silky-smooth legs, all tanned from a summer spent lounging around in a deck chair and rotating like a pig on a spit to perfect her look for Hollywood.
Please. It’s fucking pathetic.
