Page 20 of Kane's Awakening
Chapter Eight
Ryker
I was reading in bed, when my phone dinged. After marking my page, I set the book down and looked at the notification on the lock screen. Someone named Sir Fuckington had messaged me from the dating app.
With a name like that, I could only assume what he wanted and it was probably best not to even look at it. Curiosity got the better of me, and I read the message anyway.
Sir Fuckington:Hey, sexy. Remember me? Because I remember you ;)
Confused, I clicked on his name to check out his photos, but all he had were torso shots and none of his face. Wow, he had a nice body—an amazingly sculpted chest and a six-pack that wasn’t overly prominent but still obvious.
However, the rest of his profile looked just as promising as his username. The summary about himself was full of sexual innuendos and implied that all he wanted was a quick fuck and nothing long-term. Definitely not someone I would seek out.
Should I?I responded to him.
The guy was insane. Just for the few days I’d had the dating app, I hadn’t had any luck, and he was the icing on top of the cake of bullcrap. Guys had messaged me—seeming nice at first—but then just a few messages in, they’d ask to hookup.
I’d told Anna I wouldn’t delete my account, but that was ridiculous.
He messaged back a minute later.
Sir Fuckington:Aw, dude. I’m hurt. Maybe I need to tap your ass again to get you to remember. Get in there good and deep and fuck you like there’s no tomorrow. Bet you’d never forget again.
My face heated. What kind of person actually said something like that to someone they… wait.
Me:Kane????
There was no other explanation. Ithadto be that cocky, twenty-four year old, walking hard-on.
Sir Fuckington:Yup. So you do remember me ;) good. What’cha doing?
Me:Just sitting at home.
No need to tell him the exact truth. That I was in bed with my glasses sitting on the tip of my nose and readingSherlock Holmes.
Sir Fuckington:Sounds boring. Wanna fuck?
I didn’t know whether to roll my eyes or laugh.
Kane was everything I loathed in a man—arrogant, slutty, too handsome for his own good and taking advantage of that fact, and preferring random hookups over real relationships. Just the little I knew of him, he’d proven that all he wanted was sex, and I didn’t want to be just another number to add to his probably sky-high record.
Me:Did you even read my profile?
I wasn’t sure which answer would be worse. If he had, then he was disregarding my wants, but if he hadn’t, then he was driving my point home even more by just wanting me for my looks.
Sir Fuckington:Yeah, I skimmed it.You forgot to add ‘sexy as fuck bottom’ to your list of attributes, though.
I chuckled. Even after listing all of his negatives, I was still drawn to him. Yeah, he was flirtatious, foul-mouthed, and always talking about sex—my ass in particular—but he made me genuinely laugh, and that was refreshing. He had such a carefree personality that made me enjoy his company—the whopping two times I’d been around him.
Me:Well, did you catch what I’m looking for, too? Sex is great, but I want more than that.
I was in my thirties with kids for crying out loud. It was time I settled down. One of my fears was dying alone and never experiencing that soul-shattering love I read about in books. Perhaps that was cheesy, but it was true. I wanted a partner in life, someone to love and grow old with.
Kane was clearly not that person, but perhaps he wassomething.
When five minutes passed, and he still hadn’t messaged back, I knew he’d realized how different we were and that we couldn’t possibly make it work. I should’ve been relieved that I’d dodged a bullet, but I only felt disappointment.
A part of me had hoped…forget it.It doesn’t matter now.
