Page 45 of Fang
I look up and study the guy who comes to a stop in front of us. It’s the same asshole as the other day. He’s got short blond hair, and he’s wearing a polo with khakis.
Fucking khakis.
I swear to God this better not be her fucking type, or I don’t stand a chance.
“Is this why you keep turning me down? Because this guy is your boyfriend?” he asks as he shoves his hands in his pockets.
Behind him, I notice some other guys who are dressed like him, watching.
Interesting.
Cami sighs and leans into my side. Instinctively, I move my hand to cup the back of her head, holding her in place.
I look down at Cami and see that she’s struggling to come up with some witty reply.
Don’t mind if I do, little dancer.
I look up and smirk. “Men like me don’t do girlfriends. We have old ladies.”
His eyes narrow as he shakes his head. “What the hell does that even mean?”
“It means I’m more than just a girlfriend. Something I explained to you. Now will you finally back off?” Cami snaps.
Well, then, this just became eye-opening. This guy hasn’t taken a hint and has been harassing my girl. Can’t have that.
“So you’re the dickhead she’s told me about.”
His chest puffs up like he’s full of hot air. “She talks about me?”
“She never mentioned your name, but yeah. She told me all about the dumb fuck who keeps harassing her and won’t take a hint. Here I thought she might have been just exaggerating a little to get under my skin, you know? A way to get me hot and bothered before I fuck her brains out to prove to her who she belongs to, but I guess she was right.” The guy sputters, but I continue. “Let me give you a piece of advice or two. When a woman says she’s not interested, you back the fuck off and let it be. You cut your losses.”
“And two?” Cami asks softly.
“And two, when you fuck with another man’s old lady, you better be prepared to deal with the consequences. I don’t fucking share. I’ll be nice and give you one warning: you come aroundher again, then just know, nothing, and I mean nothing, will stop me from coming at you.”
“Are you threatening me?” he sputters.
I scoff. “Threats are for children. That was a fucking promise.”
“Come on, Zak, I think we should get the fuck out of here,” one of his buddies mutters.
“Yeah, Zak, you should probably listen to your friend before you turn into coyote bait,” I taunt.
Zakky boy goes a little pale and sways. “Fuck this. No pussy is worth this kind of shit.”
He takes a step back and another before turning and tucking tail.
A chuckle slips free when his buddies take off after him. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help it. It’s amusing as fuck watching preppy assholes shit themselves. I didn’t even do anything this time.
“I’m glad you find this so amusing,” Cami mutters as she buries her face into my chest.
“Come on, you can’t tell me that that wasn’t a little bit funny.”
“Okay, maybe a little bit,” she says with a smile in her voice.
“He been bothering you?” I ask, changing the subject.
“Yeah, it’s nothing, though.”
