Page 44 of Bitter Lies

Shifting uncomfortably on the high heels that rounded out the outfit, I take another sip of my beer and try to drum up the courage to actually speak to someone. A guy would be preferable.

“Hey there, man, you are fuck hot in that outfit. Who are you supposed to be?”

Looking over my new conquest, I arch my brow and channel Miranda as I repeat the exact words she said to me when I asked the question earlier.

“Does it matter?”

“Fuck no! You need another drink?” he says with a wide smile, but my stomach sinks at that smile, recognizing a pretty boy when I see one.

These types are used to getting what they want, and therefore no is anathema to them. Maybe I’m being unfair, and I shouldn’t judge every guy by my past experiences, but it’s hard not to do, considering the circumstances.

Uninterested in the face of my morose thoughts, I turn away from my admirer with a chilly smile and spy none other than Jason.

At the sight, my heart stops bitterly in my chest before beating once more as I watch him pass down the hall with a girl. They’re halfway fucking as he carries her, and I can’t resist following, walking away from the guy still talking to me midsentence, only to hesitate at the hallway as Jason disappears into a room with her. What’s he doing?

Fuck. What if I do nothing and she gets hurt?

My pulse picks up as I walk slowly down the hall and stare blindly at the partially closed door, memories assailing me painfully. My palms are sweaty and my knees weak as I take a deep breath and push the door open slowly, peering inside.

Jason is standing with the unknown girl, nuzzling her cheek as she giggles below him. Easing back at the innocent interaction, I move to step out before a new idea forms.

Why should he be able to walk through this world with immunity? Doesn’t he deserve to pay? Don’t they all?

Glancing at Jason once more, I contemplate my opportunity, pushing the rage away before I go down a hole I won’t be able to pull myself out of.

And with my mind made up, I step inside, my stomach curdling when Jason looks up with a glazed expression and smiles at me without recognition.

Perfect, I tell myself, even though my hands are trembling at my sides.

“Hey, am I interrupting?” I ask breathlessly, chewing on the tip of my finger naughtily.

The act makes my skin crawl, but I’m not above it, not if it means showing the jerk what true torment feels like.

Jason backs away from the chick, who glares at me heatedly, but I ignore her hostility, for I’m surely saving her from a worse fucking fate, and with a wicked smile, I run my finger down my chest and arch a brow.

Come and get it, fucker.

“Mm, where did you come from?” He rolls his r’s like he’s fucking Don Juan, and I cringe, that same tone spewing from his filthy lips not so long-ago sending waves of revulsion down my spine.

Shaking it off, I stalk over to him and run my hands down his chest, looking into his dark eyes and vowing to make him fucking pay.

“Maybe we could be alone?” I whisper, giving the girl a pointed look.

Jason nods without glancing at her, to which she pouts before stalking away angrily, and without so much as a see you later, he confirms he is a fucking dick as he pulls me into his arms and nuzzles my shoulder.

Rolling my eyes in the crook of his neck, I push him back a little and smile when he stumbles because it would appear he’s a wee bit drunk—even better.

He steps to the bed and goes to take off his belt, and I wave my hand in his face, with a naughty smirk. “Uh-uh, let me.”

“Fuck yes, baby, you gonna suck my cock?” he moans, his pupils blown as he drops his hands from his belt.

“Oh yeah, I’m gonna suck you off and more, I promise,” I say with a feral smile.

He frowns, and my heart stutters, but it drops away as I push him to the bed, and he falls back quickly, grabbing his dick through his pants as I straddle him.

“Mm, maybe you should take this off.” He grabs at my outfit with a moan, but it’s so tight, thank fuck, he can’t get a hold of the material. Still, my skin boils at the touch of his fingers on my bare skin.

Pushing his hands away, I whisper, “All in good time. Let me take care of you first.”

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