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But he didn't budge. Instead, his grip tightened even more, turning painful. "Don't be like that, sweetheart," he sneered. "You know you want it."
Bile rose in my throat. How could anyone be so disgusting, so vile?
"Let go of me," I snarled again, my voice turning low and menacing.
He only chuckled. "Why so hostile, little bird? I can give you everything you want. All you have to do is play nice."
I was going to get a complex at this rate. All the men around me seemed to think I resembled a bird.
Nausea churned in my stomach. The thought of giving in to him, of letting him touch me, made me want to scream. But I knew I had to be careful. This man held all the power, and if I wasn't cautious, he could destroy me.
So I did the only thing I could. I balled my fist and lunged forward, punching him as hard as I could in the face. He stumbled backwards, clutching his nose as blood poured down his chin.
His skin turned mottled red with anger, matching the blood on his face as he leveled a heated glare at me. "Fine,” he choked out as he backed away. “Suit yourself. But don't come crying to me when you're homeless and penniless."
The threat was implicit–things were about to get much harder for me.
Worth it though.
I watched as he stormed away, dread coiling in my gut. I couldn’t afford to move. But I had to find a way out of this, and fast.
Why were men such fucking douchebags?
CHAPTER 4
MONROE
Islammed the door behind Jared and sank against it, my heart racing with fear and disgust. Was I cursed? Because it certainly felt that way at the moment. Between Jared and Kevin, I’d won the award for most asshole interactions in a day.
Rubbing my face, I took some deep breaths, feeling violated and powerless.
Think, think, think…
At that moment, my phone buzzed. No one ever called or texted me unless it was about work, so I quickly pulled it out to look at it. It was from an unknown number.
Unknown: Give me a second chance, babe…and I’ll blow your mind.
I stared at the text for a moment in disbelief. Was today national douchebag day, when everyone came out of the woodwork? Which creep was texting me? Kevin? Sleazy Jared? Someone else I didn’t know?
I moved to put down my phone and ignore it…but then I changed my mind.
Not in a million years could you blow my mind, I typed back angrily. Setting the phone down, I felt strangely better.
The phone buzzed.We both know that's not true, the text read.
What a conceited asshole. Of course, he would think he was God's gift to women. I could just picture both Kevin and my landlord sending these texts to some poor girl.
We both know your penis is barely visible in the light, let alone enough for a vagina.
There was a longer silence after this response, and I moved to set my phone down again, satisfied I had successfully embarrassed him.
If this was your attempt to get a dick pic, it actually almost worked, the text read when it came in.
I sat down on my bed in a huff, snorting to myself. The last thing any girl wanted was some guy’s wrinkled old balls on their phone.
I'll pass, I wrote back.Old wrinkled balls are not my thing.
Unknown: See, now I feel like you've been stalking me. How did you know being insulted turns me on?
