Lucy. Her name makes my insides twist. At this point I have no idea who I’m angry with. Myself or the people that took her. Her father for not doing more to find her. I would’ve exhausted all my resources to get her back.
But yet, I’m here. Waiting for one woman when my head is fucked every which way over another. She’ll be a woman now. Lucy.
Lucy.
Lucy.
Lucy.
With my mind racing, it takes me a moment to catch up with what’s happening around me. I almost let Georgina slip away.
Fuck.
Feet eating up the distance between us, I slow down beside her.
“What do you want, Freddie?” she barks when we make it to the bus stop.
The dick in leggings stands next to her, staring between us like his pussy arse could stand a chance at me. With her.
Leaning back into the glass, I don’t answer her question. I just watch him. It’s not that I’m sizing him up. The prick couldn’t handle her if he tried and had help doing it.
Cunt.
“What the fuck do you want?” Georgina repeats, this time with a lot more venom dripping from her words.
Hands on her hips, she leads my sight straight to the band of bared creamy skin. Her loose T-shirt is cut off just below her tits. They’re small, but the glimpse of peachy silk bra is enough to make my cock rise to the view.
Her lean body is lithe in her tight jeans. The messy curls framing her comely face make my hands clench into fists with the urge to pull at them.
With a huff she starts walking down the street. Exactly as I knew she would. My cool is rattled when Bobby in the condom pants starts following us.
I give him a chance to think better and get lost. I count to three.
One.
Two.
Three.
Before I turn, I let him bump right into me. He puffs up at first. Then his gaze meets my scowl.
“Fuck off or I shatter your kneecaps.” I’d like to see you dance then, motherfucker.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Georgina spits, slapping my shoulder hard enough that I feel it. When I look from my shoulder to her, she must see that my patience is running out because she tells him, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
The fool has the audacity to try and cold stare me before he walks back to the bus stop.
Pussy. Pu-ssy.
I don’t waste another moment now that I’ve got her alone. Grabbing her handbag, I throw her over my shoulder and head for where my bike is parked. I sit her on it, hanging her handbag on the handle. Bearing down on her thighs, I hold her in place with my weight.
I stare up at her while she stares down at me, jaw ticking with every one of her heavying breaths.
“No one fucking blanks me.”
She laughs dryly at my statement. In spite of how it pisses me off, I let it slide. Georgina has pride. It’s what I like about her. While other girls offer themselves on a platter, she makes me work for it. With her, I’m like a dog with a bone.
“You don’t fucking ignore me.”