Page 29 of Dear Mr. Vampire

“You can’t be mad. I was looking out for your welfare by insuring you weren’t intoxicated. You’re being foolish. I wanted you to be lucid. Do you remember having sex with me?”

“Yes, but?—”

“That was the entire point. Would you rather have drunken sex that you couldn’t remember to only feel violated the next morning?”

“No, of course not.”

“I made sure you were sober and clear-headed enough to make the decision without being coerced.”

“You could’ve just told me not to drink too much.”

“When do women ever listen to what men have to say? Women will literally do the opposite.”

Damn, he had a point, but I was being extra and I knew it. “Not all women are the same.”

“It seems you’re trying to be difficult.”

“I’m not.”

“Sex with us was good. It was fucking fantastic. You can’t deny it. Stop over-analyzing that night. I don’t have any diseases and I cannot get you pregnant.”

“What does that mean? You can’t get me pregnant.”

“I’m fixed, vasectomy. If you wouldn’t have run away, I could’ve proved it to you. There was no reason to disappear for an entire week. It’s rude.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. I never had a one-night stand before.”

“What makes you think it was a one-night stand?” He leaned into my face, waiting for my response.

I took a huge gulp of nothing. “I, I, isn’t that what you always do with your women?”

“What do you think of me? I don’t have any women. I only have you.”

He has me?Run that back Mr. Vampire.Did he say he got me?“Zand, please, you know what I’m talking about.”

He flashed a smile at me that made my stomach do cartwheels. “Chanel, the only women that matter to me are the ones that have names. Well, names that I can remember.” He took his hand and pointed at the side of his forehead. “You are the only name I have up here.”

I said, “Okay.” Even though I didn’t know what I was agreeing to.

“Chanel, have you decided to stop avoiding me?”

“No. Yes. I don’t know.”

“I think you should stop avoiding me.”

“Why?”

“So I can fuck you.” His brow furrowed. “Come back to my apartment, remove all your clothing, and crawl into my bed. Get on all fours, open your legs wide, push your face into the mattress, and wait patiently for me to push my tongue inside your pussy.”

I blinked too many times to count. His buttery voice painted a visual that twisted my core in knots. I was familiar with his pussy eating skills. He could teach a master's class.

“You think that’s what I should do?”

“Yes.”

“And why should I?”

“Because the last time we just had sex. I don’t want to scare you away by fucking the shit out of you. Now I think you can handle a long, hard fuck. I want to fuck you this time.”

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