Page 22 of Intoxicated
Something falls on Cher’s face. Was it the last of her disbelief? Was she holding out the tiniest bit of hope that she had it all wrong? That she had slapped me for no reason?
Oh, there is always a reason for a woman slapping you, my friend.
“You…” Trembling in righteous indignation, Cher looks like she’s about to explode into a million meaty pieces. “You horrid bastard.”
Is there any point denying it anymore? I’ve been made. She knows the truth. To deny it will only make it worse. Besides, if she’s made me, then that completely botches my operation. Hey, Grandma, guess who is about to have some time to come visit you and fix your fence? Mr. Vancouver is about to get a personal phone call from me, because I need some work to occupy my time. Rothchild is going to be pissed as hell when I refund his deposit because “mission impossible, dude,” but hey, at least I’ll have my hands washed of these bared white teeth and two agile hands curling into powerful fists.
I’m fucked!
“I don’t know what you’ve been hearing,” I say, touching the stinging spot on my cheek, “but I assure you that I had the purest of intentions when I said hello the other night.”
Her eyes widen to unnatural proportions. The breaths hitching in her chest only make me stare at her beautiful breastbone. “You’re a piece of shit,” she says with punctured breaths.
“What does that make you?” My hands tighten around my crossed arms. Not once do her eyes deflect from mine. “Because if I’m a bastard out to do what you’re about to claim I do, then that must make you the insufferable, ruthless bitch of an ex.”
“You know nothing about me,” she hisses. Shit. Words like that only make me want to kiss her more. Yeah, I have a problem. It’s calledwanting to fuck high-intensity women.I may not be a kinky bastard who plays with whips and chains, but I live to absorb a woman’s energy and fling it right back at her. She wants to go soft and slow? I’ll be the gentle Casanova of her wet dreams. She wants to feel like a used Fleshlight by the end of the night? Hey, I’ve done dirtier because the gal was literally begging me to use her until I was too spent to care.
Right now I’m getting someseriousfierce vibes from Cher. If we had sex right now, it would be an explosion of angry,fuck yousex.
It’s been a long time since I did something as crazy as that. I think I was in Budapest when the girl I two-timed finally got her cunt on me.
“I know enough about you.” Best to be blunt, isn’t it? “You’re a woman who has forsomereason dedicated her life to being the worst sugar baby in Portland. You use men for their status and money, and as soon as you’re done with them, you black widow their souls. Guess what. You finally pissed off the wrong sugar daddy.”
“Rothchild,” Cher whispers, before finally turning her head in thought. “Is this because I turned down his proposal?”
“I don’t ask those kinds of questions.”
“No, I suppose not.” Her words are meant for me again, and every one is like electricity to my tender flesh. “You just take the money and ruin lives.”
“Are you trying to tell me thatyouhaven’t ruined some lives?”
“You know nothing about me!” Cher reasserts, as if I’m going to believe her for two seconds. “So stay the fuck out of my life. I never want to see your face or hear your name again.”
“Considering the whole operation is compromised, I doubt you’ll be seeing me around much. God knows I’m not interested in looking you up more than I already have.”
“Trust me, I get it! You only hit on me because you were going to what? Pump and dump me? Did youactuallythink I’d fall in love with you or something?”
“There are other ways to… wait,pump and dump?” Gross. “You think that’s all I can do, huh? I may have had other plans for you, Cher. If I can’t get you to fall in love with me, I’m going for another angle. Maybe I’ll suck you dry of all the money you’ve conned out of a hundred other men. Maybe I’ll turn your family against you. See, that’s the fun part. You never know what you’re going to get from me. Well, except a venereal disease. I keep my shit clean.”
You should see her face when I say the wordsvenerealanddiseasein front of her. I think she’s going to wring my neck.
“You’re a spineless cretin,” she spits, spine straight, shoulders squared, and head held high. Because she totally has the moral high-ground here. “That’s what you are, Drew Benton. A spineless piece of shit who will never amount to anything more than the bum piss on the bottom of my shoe.”
“Hey, leave the bums out of this. Most have done less than you in their lifetimes.”
She moves to slap me again. This time, I catch her wrist as it flies through the air.
“Cool it,” I growl. “Hit me one more time, and I’m calling the cops.”
Her useless hand curls and shakes as if she’ll never be vindicated again. I have to admit that it’s rather concerning howpissedshe is. I mean, I get it. I’d be pissed, too. But this can’t be healthy. There must be something else lurking beneath the surface. I don’t knowwhat,but…
“Spineless,” she spits again. The heat of her skin pummels my palm. Somebody save me. I’m really so pathetic that I keep thinking about throwing her over my shoulder and hauling her to my bed for a well-deserved hate fuck. One I’ll probably regret the moment I come, but hey, sounds hot now! “Your balls must be shriveled up into your rectum.”
“At least you know I’m good on my word about the thing you ladiesreallycare about.” Don’t think I’ve forgotten about her feeling me up in the lounge. I had to seal the deal somehow. My name and money weren’t apparently enough for her greedy ass. Had to throw in a sizeable dick to make it work.
Is she flustered? For the apple red of anger has transformed into cherry blossom pink blush. Cher yanks her hand out of mine. Her bottom lip quivers. Is she going to cry?
Oh, God, please don’t cry. I can take screaming and smacking, but once my marks start to cry, I lose my will.
