Page 49 of Worth Loving You

“The size of my body does not stop me from being a good person. I’m still allowed to have people like me, you know.”

“Shit.”

“And I can still pleasure Milo.”

“No shit. The whole fucking floor can hear you two sometimes.”

Feeling a surge of spite, I spun around and glared. “You know, now that I think about it, I didn’t hear a peep from your room last night. I wasn’t even aware you had company until I caught her slinking out, reeking of shame.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed again, his chin moving to grinding teeth.

“The whole floor can hear how good I make Milo feel, being all fat and ugly, yet your precious little Barbie doll didn’t even make you moan. Hm, so sad.”

He was stiffly shaking his head, his complexion turning red.

My brows lifted, my resentment deepening. “Or maybe you were the one who failed to—”

His head spun around so fast, the truck jerked from the movement, his lip curling with disgust. Pulling mine between my teeth to hide my smile, I dipped my chin and batted my lashes.

Changing my tone to sound condescending, I muttered, “Is that it, Wyatt? Is the little guy under the weather? Did he not perform for you properly—”

“One more word, you little bitch, and I’ll—”

My chin jutted as I leaned closer. Lowering my voice, my lids narrowed, I taunted him with a whispered, “You’ll what? What will you do, Wyatt?” I tipped my head, licking my bottom lip and then grazing my teeth over it. “Will you prove to me how well-endowed you are and how good you are?”

His skin darkening, he growled, “I don’t fuck fat chicks.”

My lips pursed and I shrugged, sitting upright. “I’m telling you, you’re missing out. Get yourself a big momma, we’ll rock your world and change you forever.”

“I’ll never fucking know.” He fumbled with his cigarettes and snatched one out, lighting it. The cabin filled with smoke, but it didn’t bother me.

“Hence, your room remains quiet while Milo screams at the top of his lungs.”

“Fuck you.”

I giggled and rolled my shoulders. “Whatever. Some people like mediocre sex, I guess you’re one of them.”

“You have no idea what I’m into, so keep your mouth shut.”

Jennifer finally stepped out of the salon, hovering near the exit while the manager locked up the establishment. Leaning over him, I honked the horn to get her attention, but he curtly smacked me away, nudging his elbow against my side.

“Get the fuck off.”

“Uh oh, you should be careful. I touched you, and fat is contagious.”

Grumbling, he turned his attention out the driver’s window and took a drag.

Jennifer twisted her waist, holding her hand over her eyes to block the sun. As she waved, I sat normally and pulled the seatbelt back into place.

Not done being bitter, I returned to the previous conversation. “Clearly the kind of sex you’re into doesn’t end with earth shattering orgasms like me and Milo. Whatever. Whatever tickles your jollies. Enjoy your passionless humping, but don’t complain whenever I make Milo scream my name.”

“Can we change the goddamn subject? Christ, you are annoying as hell.”

She was jogging across the street, beaming ear to ear. I tapped the button to unlock the doors and heaved a sigh. “Jealousy is so unbecoming. Hi!” I sang when the rear passenger opened.

She crawled into the backseat of the pickup truck, bouncing around until she was comfortable. “Hi, sugar. How you doin’?”

“Great. Ready to do some shopping?”