Page 23 of Such A Good Guy

My eyes straining, I saw that it was a text from someone who seemed to be bitching about her boyfriend. So a friend maybe, not a boyfriend.

Why can’t they be like Mr. Darcy?The friend demanded.

Luna hearted the message, her fingers flashing over her gifs, until she brought one up of a guy in an old-fashioned white shirt dancing in a ballroom.

Well, who the fuck is that? I thought, my insides twisting with jealousy. I was going to kill this bastard and hang his corpse out to dry in the sun.

I didn’t even have a phone, because I had no desire to get in touch with anyone, but my fingers itched for one now, to look up Mr. Darcy’s address.

I fucking wishshe wrote.

Hell, I’d even settle for Mr. Bingley. Just someone who is a gentleman

A gentleman. . .

Since Adrian wasn’t looking, I swiped his phone and rested it against my massive boner under the table. Swiping impatiently away from all the tit pics he’d been sent, because if they weren’t Luna’s perfect breasts I might as well be looking at naked mole rats, I typed in Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley.

The good news was that I was a moron and they were fictional characters.

The bad news was that I was an amoral reptilian psychopath according to my childhood psychologist, and I had no idea how to be ‘chivalrous, courteous, or honorable.’

The world had been divided into people who got in my way and people who did not, and either group was just as disposable to me.

Now everything had changed.

I concentrated on breathing normally, pretending like this wasn’t the most important information in my existence.

Whatever the fuck she wanted, Luna Gallagher was going to get.

If she wanted a gentleman, I’d be exactly that.

My cock remained hard for almost the entire meal, softening just enough so I’d think I could get up and go to her side of the table, maybe talk to her, then she’d twist sideways or stretch slightly backwards so her large breasts were pulled against her gray T-shirt.

And my cock would be back to full fucking strength, the tip fucking leaking like I was going to start shooting cum under the table.

At the end of the meal, Adrian was dividing up the bill and I wasn’t even listening, just pulling out my wallet when Luna spoke.

“Oh,hedidn’t get that much. Give me that bill, Adrian.”

He began to protest, but she snatched it from out of his fingers.

“You’re trying to foist $37.95 on this fucking himbo over here when all he got was a burger and beer? Don’t pay that, Luke.”

Luke

Raw molten heat flooded my spine, cascading sweat down my back at her voice.

She was talking tome.

My name in her mouth was the most delicious sound I’d ever heard and I wanted her to say it again.

“It’s OK,” I said, my voice sounding raspy to my ears as my thighs started to shake. “I don’t mind paying it.”

“No,” Luna insisted. “You’re not paying that.”

“OK,” I said. Because I would have done anything Luna wanted.

What did she want, though?

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