Chapter 17
Why do I feel like shit most of the time? Seeing Baron walk away with my sister doesn’t make me feel any better. He gets to be the good guy-in her eyes, anyway, and I’m left to deal with the shit my life has dealt me.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.
“Angelo.”
A soft voice makes me turn and I see Claudia looking at me with large, lust-filled eyes.
“Claudia.”
I’m cool for a reason because she knows the score. I made it clear when she left the morning after we fucked all night. There would be no repeat performance.
She seems a little hesitant and then laughs nervously. “Thanks for that. I appreciated you sticking up for me.”
“I did it for Winter.”
“Yes, of course.”
She looks nervous and I lean back against the wall.
“You got something to say?”
“I thought…” “What, Claudia; what did you think?”
“That maybe we could…” “I thought I made it clear the last time we met.”
Her eyes fill with hurtful tears, and I sigh, feeling a little more generous than usual.
“Look, it was fun, but I’m not the dating kind of guy. I thought you knew.”
“I’m not asking for a date.” She shrugs. “Maybe just some company on the odd occasion with no strings.”
“Sounds interesting, but no.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t form attachments and I don’t want a regular girl because that wouldn’t be fair on anyone. You see, as soon as college finishes, I’m out of here and you wouldn’t like where I’m going. The best thing for everyone is to keep things casual and not catch feelings. It’s best this way.”
“It doesn’t have to be like that. Everyone needs someone, even just a friend with, um, benefits.”
I’m starting to get bored already and shake my head. “I’m not interested.
Go and find that asshole of a boyfriend you had. I’m pretty sure he’ll be a welcome distraction.”
“We finished. I finished it.” She sounds angry.
“Who wants to be with a guy like that when there are men like you in the world.”
I almost laugh out loud. “Men like me, you don’t know shit, Claudia. No woman in her right mind would want a man like me, no sane one, anyway.”
I watch Flynn take Emma by the hand and lead her outside and Claudia says in surprise, “When were they a thing?”
“They’re not. Flynn is looking out for Emma because she’s family by default. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m busy.”
I turn my back on her and for the second time in less than an hour, I feel like the biggest bastard going.
Sometimes I think of taking a permanent girl. Someone to make me forget, someone to keep the bitches away. But it wouldn’t be fair because I could never continue anything past college. It’s best for everyone this way and so, as a pretty girl looks at me from across the room and smiles, I head over to her with only one thing on my mind.
“Hey.” She smiles shyly and looks a little nervous, if I’m honest. I recognize her from history, not that Miss. English ever lets my attention wander from her, but I know who this girl is, and she’s rumored to be dating Jefferson Michaels, one of the jocks. I’m curious why she’s here, so I lean against the wall and fix her with an interested look. “Sammy, isn’t it?”
She nods, her face flushing with pleasure, and I grin. “You sit across from me in history. I’m surprised to see you here.”
“Are you?”
Fuck me, I’m bored already but she’ll do to remove Claudia from my life, so I slam my hand beside her against the wall, imprisoning her in my personal space. “Have you got what you came here for?”
She licks her lips nervously, “Not yet.”
“And Jefferson, what does he think about his girl partying on the bad side of town?”
For a moment, her eyes cloud with bitterness and her smile slips. “He’s probably banging a cheerleader in the bleachers. He wouldn’t care.”
“So, you thought you’d get even.”
“Maybe.”
She looks nervous now and I grin. “A fuck for a fuck, maybe.”
“Maybe.”
“One night only, no coming back.”
“Really?” She licks her lips. “Maybe I like the sound of that.”
Lifting my hand, I run my thumb across her lips and hear the door bang and instinctively know a rather disgruntled former lay is storming from the building.
Leaning in, I capture her lips with mine and deal a punishing kiss that can’t be pleasant. I bite her lip to draw blood and fist her hair to cause pain. I push in hard and kick her legs apart and run my hand up her tight top, cupping her tit in my hand and twisting her nipple. I don’t care we are putting on a show and that video footage of Jefferson’s girl is probably heading his way right now. All that concerns me is proving a point. I don’t need anyone, I can have anyone, I have no heart.
Her moans of desire tell me she’s enjoying every minute of this and so I whisper, “Do you want me to fuck you against this wall or go somewhere more private.”
Her eyes widen in surprise as she says quickly, “Private.”
“I thought so.”
Grabbing her hand, I push her through the open door behind us, but not to the staircase. This is going to be quick. Instead, I push her outside and pull her behind a bush.
“What here?” She doesn’t look too pleased about that, and I whisper, “Live dangerously, Sammy. Don’t settle for normal, experience abandonment.”
I suck her neck until she moans, and I run my hand under her short skirt and feel a bare drenched pussy begging to be filled.
Hoisting her leg over my arm, I push her against the weather-boarded side of the house and unzip my pants with the other hand. Fishing for a condom, I make short work of it and as I push inside, I place my hand across her mouth to stifle her grunt of desire. Thrusting, deep and hard, I relish the feeling it gives me. A willing woman and no strings attached, just how I like it. I make sure to leave my mark across her neck and her scream of release can be heard across the darkened space, carried off by the wind, telling me she loved every minute of it.
Unlike Claudia, this is a revenge fuck and doesn’t require a softer approach. She’s got what she came here for and helped me solve another problem. Girls like Sammy don’t think things through and if she thought a night in my bed was on the cards, she’s going to be disappointed. I have used her like a cheap whore because she came begging for it and doesn’t deserve anything else. Maybe she’ll learn a lesson from this, maybe not, but it killed a few minutes of my time and sharpened my reputation as a bastard. Job done.
Pulling back, I zip up my pants and take a moment to admire the sight of a woman who has just come all over my cock. Her eyes are bright, her skin flushed and her breathing hard and labored.
We hear giggling as a group of girls pass by and I’m guessing they witnessed the whole sordid act and I wonder how Sammy will deal with the looks she gets in the morning as everyone learns what a whore she really is.
“Thanks for the fuck. See you around.”
I move away and she says in disbelief, “What? That’s it.”
“You expecting anything else?”
“But…” Her voice breaks and I couldn’t give a fuck because if she thought this was true love, she’s deluded.
Heading back around the house, I take the front steps and see Flynn and Emma sitting on the swinging seat. His arm is draped across her shoulders and his head bent to her ear and her laughter rings out as he whispers his usual shit.
They look up as I stop and say to her, “You ok, Emma?”
She just nods, looking at me as if Satan has come calling, and I nod to Flynn. “Catch you later.”
His smirk tells me everything I need to know and for a moment, I feel a surge of love for my psychotic friend. This is just as good for him, almost as much as it will be for her, and I hope they can share demons and conquer them together.