“Didn’t you hear? We’re boyfriend and girlfriend now. I can’t just leave you alone.”
“I don’t want to be your girlfriend. In fact, I don’t want to be your anything.”
“Good thing you have no say in it. Also, you left me on Read.”
“Wasn’t in the mood to talk to you while you were fucking your girlfriend.”
“Look at you being adorably jealous. Were you upset that I tore through her cunt with my cock? Did you imagine me eating her pussy and making her choke on my cum like I did to you? Did it hurt?”
She whips her head in my direction, her lips thinned in a line. “Screw you.”
“No, you actually told me to go screw Cherry.” I retrieve my phone and scroll to my contacts. “She’s usually one call away. If she comes, will you stay and watch this time or run away like a scared little rabbit again?”
She pushes me away, harder this time, and even though she uses all her strength, I still pin her in place, my voice losing all nonchalance. “Sit the fuck down. We’re not done.”
Her face twists and a tear clings to her lid. “You already have a fucktoy, why don’t you leave me alone?”
“Cherry isn’t my fucktoy,youare. If you play difficult again and say you don’t care if I fuck her, I’ll stuff her with my cock while you watch, then I’ll revoke my nice phase and deflower you on the spot. I’m not a patient person, Glyndon, but I’ve been trying to conjure that trait for you. If you show no appreciation for my efforts, I’ll just let my devil side take over.”
Her lips part, some of the fight dispersing. “You…didn’t sleep with her?”
“No. Do you want me to?”
She stares at the side, the ground. Anywhere but at me. However, I can see her throat bobbing up and down with a swallow.
I use my hand on her shoulder to switch her attention back to me. “Answer the question. Should I call Cherry?”
“No.” Her voice is barely a whisper, eaten up by the commotion around us, but I hear it.
This is the first time she freed herself of moral shackles and let go.
Is it too early to fuck her on the edge of this same fountain and then think of a swift way to get rid of witnesses?
No.
Repress.
I don’t want to scare her away when she’s finally speaking the truth.
“What did you just say?” I play dumb. “I didn’t hear.”
She stares at me, more assertively this time. “I don’t want you to fuck Cherry.”
“Are you possessive of me, baby?”
“No. It’s for myself. If you won’t leave me alone, I refuse to be your or anyone else’s side piece.”
“If you say so.”
“I mean it.”
“Yeah, sure.”
“If you touch any other woman, I’ll go find my type.”
“The Stuart variety? I’m sure your family would hire someone to kill him before adding that name to their repertoire. Maybe I can do them the favor.”
She huffs, eyes dripping with pure mischief. “That’s where you’re mistaken. My family always wanted me to end up with the Prince Charming type. Pretty sure they’d approve of Stuart.”