Not true. My father had offered to take me and my brother to South Africa, where he’d been working on some new business deal, but I chose to stay home. I had shit to do here. Stuff to arrange.
“Well, you still could’ve texted me back.” Talia pouted. Then she ran a teasing hand up my left arm. “I was hoping we could pick up where we left off. You know…”
I did know.
We hooked up a few times near the end of our junior year, but I had no interest in her anymore. She was one of those girls who could never be authentic, not even when it came to their own pleasure. Instead of knowing what she wanted and asking for it—or demanding it, which could be hot as fuck—she acted like some sort of wild porn star, always moaning crazy-loud, begging to swallow my cum, and constantly saying she wanted me to put it in her ass.
It was a total turnoff. Hardly any girls our age were actually genuinely interested in guzzling down cum and getting fucked in the ass. They just wanted to impress the guys they were with, hoping they’d pick them over all the other girls, so they put on these big performances and claimed to be into everything they assumed most guys fantasized about. They kept up that act for as long as they could, pretending to be one of the ‘cool’ girls who craved threesomes, daily anal, and facials, even if it did absolutely nothing for them in reality.
It was fake as fuck.
“You better get to class, Tal,” I said, glancing at my watch. “Don’t want to be late on your first day back.”
Her face fell, but she took the hint and sashayed away to her friends, who were standing a few yards away. I could hear one of them muttering something under her breath about me being a douchebag.
Kairo nudged my arm. “That was cold.”
“Too bad,” I said with a shrug. “I told her I was done with the whole thing four fucking months ago. You’d think that’d make her realize I don’t want her, right?”
“Yeah, well… you know what she’s like.” He frowned and leaned closer, so the other guys couldn’t hear us. “What’s the real story with you and that new girl, anyway?”
“Real story?”
“C’mon, man, you didn’t sleep with her. Something else happened between you two. I can tell.”
I blew out a harsh, annoyed breath. Kairo had always been more perceptive than the other guys. More emotional. That was why Lindsay started dating him when she was still alive, and also why I didn’t mind so much. If any of my other friends tried to get in her pants, I would’ve beaten the shit out of them. They just wanted to get their dicks wet.
But not Kairo. He was actually a pretty decent guy compared to the rest of us.
“There’s not much of a story there,” I said, scratching my cheek. “I met her once. She was a fucking bitch. Tried to cause problems in my family.”
“Guess you don’t need any more of that,” Kairo replied, thin lips tightening.
“Exactly. She doesn’t belong here.”
“What are you gonna do about it?”
“What do you think?” I said, smiling humorlessly.
He cocked a dark brow. “Are you sure? Is she really thatbad?”
My eyes narrowed, and I straightened my shoulders. “Yeah. She is. But don’t worry. She won’t be in town much longer.”
I was going to make damn sure of it.