Page 52 of The Bet
This pursuit had left him in a precarious situation lately. He’d had no pussy in weeks, and he’d been tempted to make some booty calls last night because there was only so much of a dry spell a virile young man could take. And exactly how loyal did he have to be? He was single, and he hadn’t yet paired up with Izzy.
He had even gone as far as calling someone, and then hung up before she’d picked up. Something about wanting to prove himself had made him back off, even though no one would have known if he’d been up to anything last night.
“How much time do you need?”
“6 months should do it. She has exams and shit, and Thanksgiving and Christmas is coming, and she’ll probably go home.”
“Take as long as you want.”
“I don’t need as long as I want. I’ve got this. 6 months.”
“Whatever.”
Going without pussy for as long as it took to win Izzy Laronde over, meant that when he finally had her, the reward would be all the more sweeter.
