Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 288(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 288(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
“You get up when I say you can get up, not a second sooner.” She looks like she might try and fight me on it but doesn’t move. I like her like this. Obedient, well-behaved. It almost makes me forget about how she betrayed me.
Almost…
“I hate you,” she spits, and I can feel her words as if they’re beating against my chest.
Plucking a twenty from my wallet, I toss it at her, and then I lean down into her face. Looking at her bee-stung lips, heart-shaped face, soft, delicate features that would crack underneath the pressure of my hand. Mark her. Break her. The beast inside me roars, but I shake off the vicious voice. There will be other chances to hurt her.
Instead, I hammer the final nail into her coffin. “Hate me all you want. But know that I hate you enough for the both of us, and no amount of begging, pleading, or tears will ever change that.” And without even waiting for her to respond, I unlock the door and walk out of the bathroom, leaving the door open so the entire hallway can see what we’ve just done. I have nothing to hide, everyone knows I’m a manwhore, a user of women, but no one knows the reason why. Now Harper can get a taste of my medicine, she can lay in the bed that she’s made.
4
Harper
The door swings open, and Warren walks out, leaving me behind. I’m on my knees, a twenty-dollar bill lying next to me, and I’m pretty sure I still have come on my swollen lips. To make matters worse, a few people look inside, gawking at me like I’m some sideshow.
I get up as fast as I can, tripping over my feet in the process and shut the door, needing a moment to myself. Turning on the faucet, I splash some ice-cold water on my face.
What did I just do? One minute I’m dancing, having a grand time, and the next, I’m on my knees, giving the only guy I’ve ever loved a blow job. Not to mention my first ever blow job. I shiver, feeling cold all over. He acted like I was supposed to know what I was doing. Why the hell would he think that?
I can still feel his cock at the back of my throat, taste his salty release on my tongue. Was I turned on by what we’d done? A little, okay, more than a little. Mostly though, I just feel empty and used. Tears sting my eyes. I don’t want to cry, not really, but the emotions within me are too strong. For years I’ve wondered what I did wrong, why he never said goodbye, why he changed. After tonight, after I saw the darkness in his eyes, I know whatever it is that made him hate me, it was bad. Horrible. And yet, I can’t think of one thing I ever did to him to make him lash out like this at me.
It takes me forever to pull myself together, and I lean against the counter, doing everything I can to gain my composure. A drunk chick stumbles into the bathroom, her eyes are bloodshot and glassy. Her red-stained lips turn into a smirk like she knows something I don’t know.
“Could you like, get out?” She slurs and stumbles toward me.
“Gladly,” I shove past her and into the hall. The door slams promptly behind me, and then there I am, standing in the middle of a frat house after giving Warren a blow job in the bathroom. I knew I should’ve fought against Valerie bringing me here. Stupid. I’m so stupid. Swiping at my eyes with the back of my hand, I slowly walk down the crowded hall. I make it all of ten feet before a hand clamps down on my shoulder.
Not this again. Without even thinking, I whirl around with my fist clenched, ready to slug Warren right in his stupid jaw. I’ve had enough for one night. I. Am. Done.
“Whoa, baby…” The guy I don’t know sees me with my fist raised and takes a step back. The area is already congested with bodies making it hard to breathe and move.
“Don’t call me baby, and don’t touch me again,” I growl and start to twist back around. Again, my movements are halted when the shit for brains frat boy lunges at me and shoves me into the opposite wall. My back hits first, then my head, bouncing off of it like a ball against the concrete.
“Come on, don’t be that way. I saw pretty boy come out of the bathroom there,” he points in the direction, “and then I saw you on the floor on your knees. You can’t tell me you don’t want more thick cock in that pretty mouth of yours.” His eyes are glassy, and he smells like a damn distillery. I open my mouth to respond to him, but he takes that moment to swipe his thumb across my bottom lip. I don’t even think as I bite the digit, my teeth sinking in his flesh like it’s a nice juicy steak.