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Okay, that’s reasonable. His family is probably horrible, and I can relate to that. “I totally get that. You know, I was?—”
“Are you going to eat that?” He gestures at my untouched chicken sandwich. “Don’t want my money to go to waste.”
Well, technically, it’smymoney. I paid for it…
“No,” I say sweetly, handing him my food. “You seem really hungry.” When he doesn’t answer, I gulp. “Um, do you think we can roll the windows down?”
“And let in all that fucking humidity?” He shakes his head and bits of ketchup drips into his beard. “Are you dumb?”
I wince at that but keep a smile on my face. I guess that was kind of stupid, right? It’s insanely hot out and he has the AC on. “Right. Sorry. So, what do you do for work?”
“I don’t,” he says quickly, then pounds his fist against his chest and burps. “The fuckers fired me last week. Apparently, they don’t appreciate an independent thinker.”
I cock my head at that. “Oh? What was it you did that?—”
He interrupts me again, burping once more as he rolls down his window and tosses his trash outside. Then he turns to me, and my eyes widen as he starts unbuckling his belt. “Let’s get to it then.”
My brow furrows. “To…what?”
“Dick sucking,” he snaps as he lifts his hips to pull down his pants. “I’m fed and horny. Let’s just cut to the chase and get it over with.”
I shake my head and have to cover my mouth when the ugliest dick on the planet is revealed to me. Jesus Christ, it’s just… No. I might be hurting after a week without sex, but I can’t bethisdesperate. “I don’t think so. I was hoping we could talk some more?—”
“Why?” he asks, looking genuinely confused. “This is where the night’s going to lead, right? Suck my dick now, we’ll get ice cream or some shit like that, then I’ll fuck your brains out.”
That sounds…not very nice.
I shake my head again. “I don’t think so. I’d love to get to know you, though. Maybe?—”
“Hey—”
“For the love of God, stop interrupting me!” I shriek, throwing my hands in the air. I gasp because that was very un-date-like, but what the actual fuck? “Don’t you want to know more about me?”
He scoffs. “Not really.”
Oh. My heart sinks a little. Ashton seemed so promising when I talked to him online. Granted, it wasn’t a long conversation, but I really thought there was potential there. Maybe if I just give him another chance, things will get better! I can understand needing to come, and he might have had a bad day, so?—
“What are you doing?” I shout when his hand comes to the back of my head. “Are you seriously still trying to get me to suck your dick?”
His jaw tightens. “You’re being stubborn.”
“I’d like to go now,” I say as calmly as I can while slapping his hand away. “Please take me home.”
He looks at me like I’m an idiot. His jaw drops, then closes, then drops again. After a second, that dumbfounded look turns into an angry one. “You’re a fucking tease, you now that? Wearing this slutty-ass outfit and expecting a guy not to get some.”
I look down at what I’m wearing. I didn’t think it was slutty. It’s just a cute pair of shorts and a long-sleeved sparkly top. The shirt is cropped, but that’s just because I wanted to show off my stomach. I have a very nice body, you know. I’m a total ten in that department.
I start to feel uncomfortable with the very obvious predatory way he’s looking at me. His hostility makes me itchy, and I hate that feeling. Swallowing harshly, I cast my eyes down, because maybe I did give him false hope. “I’m sorry. Please, just take me home, and we can try again another night.”
“You think I want to take you out after this?” He snorts cruelly as he puts his dick away. “No fucking way. Get the fuck out of my car.”
My eyes widen. “I?—”
“Get the fuck out!”
At his aggressive tone, I grab my purse and scramble out of his car. Actually a bit fearful, I nearly trip on my feet as I exit. I don’t even get to look behind me before he’s peeling out of the parking lot, leaving me all alone.
I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry.
