Page 16 of Ryder
“Yeah, I kinda got that point. I know you don’t do that shit. Must have hit you hard.”
I ran a hand through my hair, feeling edgy and frustrated.
“Yeah. You could say that. She didn’t just dope me up. She gave me Viagra too.”
His head turned, his eyes focused on me at last.
“She did what? What the fuck…”
“That bed…”
He cursed, rubbing his hand over his shaved head. Another sign of agitation, from a man I know as well as I know myself.
“She had you tied there?”
I shrugged, like it was no big deal, but it still fucking was.
“That’s the suspicion. I can’t remember a damn thing.”
“So you don’t know if you even…” He scratched his head. “This is not fucking okay.”
I shrugged again, suddenly wanting to try and make light of it. Feeling pathetic for it being any kind of issue. People go through worse every day.Womengo through worse.
“Look, I’m cool with fucking some random chick. I’d just rather be the one in control, you know.”
He cursed again. “You don’t have to make light of this. If this happened to me, I’d be tearing the fucking place apart looking for the bitch. In fact, that’s exactly what I plan to do. I have the added benefit of remembering a little about what she looked like, so I’ll find her.”
I grabbed his arm, halting him as he started toward the bar again.
“Nobody can know. I feel like a fucking pussy. I should have been able to fight this off. I just don’t get it… You know me, I’ll fuck pretty much anyone who looks at me. I’d have fucked her without this. I just know it.”
He pulled free, straightening his clothes, as he pushed away from the wall again.
“Sure. I get that. Must be some kind of messed up power trip shit for her, but she’ll regret it, brother. We’ll show her the error of her ways.”
It felt good to have him onside. Him knowing didn’t make me feel as weak as I expected, because I knew together we’d find the bitch, and we’d exact justice.
The bartender finally made his way to the end of the bar, and waved us over. He took one look at me, and smirked.
“Let me guess. You didn’t get her number, and you want to fuck her again.”
I glanced at Torch, hoping this might be easier than I thought, since the dickhead had given me the perfect opening.
“Something like that. Any idea who she was?”
He shrugged, gathering up some used glasses and moving them under the bar.
“Never seen her before last night. I mean, we get a lot of women in here, but she was all over you, man. Practically went down on you, right here at the bar.”
I leaned on the sticky bar top with a grimace.
“And, uh… was I, uh… into her? Like… was I planning to get it on with her?”
He frowned. “You don’t remember? You had a couple of beers, and a couple of shots of tequila. Not enough to make you forget, well, unless you took something, but that’s not on me. I’m nobody’s fucking daddy.”
I reached for his throat, before Torch pulled me back.
“Listen, asshole. I’m not blaming you for anything, I’m trying to fucking remember my night. I, uh…”
