Page 7 of Eyes Like Angel
Her anger was rising, not realizing the red zit on her right cheek was growing, too—redder than the rage on her face.
“What the fuck do you mean, ‘you don’t know’?”
“I said what I said. I gave what you wanted at the church, I pleasured you in front of the nuns and elderly, what more are you requesting,” I shot back. “A ring? Wedding vows? An eternal resting place for the both of us after we fucked at the church? We can get the priest right now, if you want.”
I could see a high blood pressure rising and protruded on my pale forehead.
I even had her thongs in my hand, for fucks sake. She’s so uppity. And she wasn’t satisfied, after she shoved and iterated her request. I guess showering her with compliments when we’re alone wasn’t abundant.
“Just take me with you, damn it,” she repeated, stomping her foot.
The silence instilled between us. I chose not to answer; these reasons they provided was making me sleepy.
“Sorry, sweetheart, I asked someone else to join me for tonight,” I said, smirking. “Did you honestly think we’re going to be something more once we’re done with a fuck buddy stage? Were you expecting rose bouquet, chocolates and a fancy dinner showering you after you spread your legs, expecting me to be as a charming prince afterwards?”
“Hey, you asked for that,Adrian,” she retorted, her breathing unstable. “You’re the one who keeps flirting with me!”
I shook my head. “That wasyouwho asked. You’re the one who came towards me when I was hanging out with my buddies that night, remember? If you could recall, that is. I gave what you wanted. Now you got it.”
Truth be told, party was the main thing I need for tonight. I planned on not spending time with the folks. Drinking without heading out caused a separation anxiety I never knew I had. Drinking was becoming a ritual for me, for my appetite to an emptied stomach.
“Fuck you,” she said, teeth gritted, her face flushed, but not from the chill.
I smirked again. “Oh, you just did. I mean, you got what you wanted, right?”
I felt not a single important feeling for this cheap woman.
She slapped me across the face, not once but twice on each side of my face, but the second slap impacted harder. It was a loud slap; the parking lot was near vacant and the noise she erupted broke into a single echo until the noise faded.
The flesh left a hot sensation imprinted to my beardless—and flawless—complexion. None of the girls I hung out with, or fucked with, ever slapped my face; they took care of my appearance so well it might as well be as their shining trophy. But the whole lot ditched for a better guy to fuck.
“You should get back. It’s not safe out,” I told her, rather annoyingly obnoxious—and calmly so—like a school grader pretending to be genuinely nice reciting a script for a school show. My cheeks inflamed by the time I turned and adjusted the chair once more.
Her mouth curled in disgust. “Fucking pervert,” she uttered, walking off at the incline.
“By the way,” I resumed, my left hand stuffed down inside the pocket and threw the fabric at her. Madison—clueless as always—watched the red fabric—her thongs—down on the dark concrete. “You might want to cover yourself up. Catching the flu is the worst in this time of changing season. Head back before it gets dark. Give my regards by hugging your boyfriend, too. He’s been…getting lonely with his studies. Give my regards and take care, Madison.”
“My name’s Sam,” she grunted. “As in Samantha, you fucking idiot!”
Her nostrils flared.
I stifled a genuine smile.
Oops.
I remember...I'm not very good with names when it comes to girls.
“My bad,” I said, snickering.
The corners of my lips remained to a curl, watching her curling body stiffened as she flounced until she’s gone from my sight.
“And hug him with your legs spread with my hot semen. I’m sure he’ll love it!” I shouted, but she’s entirely gone.
Myteeth gritted. Ah, son of a bitch. I’m pretty sure she heard all of it.
One sigh and the heavy burdens lifted off from me.
Happily, I hopped inside the car, starting the engine, shifting the gear stick from parking mode to reverse, maneuvering the car wheel on the right, straightening out on the road. Pressing the gas pedal, the sports car sped onward with a soft roar, vibrating.
