I didn’t even realize I’d told her about Mia.
My stomach twisted. While I’d always been upfront and told her that I only wanted sex, I didn’t like the idea of hurting her feelings.
But in the end, she wasn't the woman I thought about when we fucked.
I looked at her. “Vicky, you’re beautiful and amazing.”
“But, what?” She tilted her head, one eyebrow rising in question. “I’m not Mia. Is that the reason? I don’t even know her, and I hate her.”
“Vicky, I—”
“Just forget about it, Logan. No matter what I do you just think about her. And it’s like she knows we’re together. She’s always texting and you’re always stopping to see what she wants. It’s insulting.”
“I’m sorry. That was wrong. I never knew you hated it.”
A tear spilled from her eye as she stared at me. “I’m in love with you.”
I held out my hands. “What?”
“I’m fucking in love with you, Logan.”
How the hell did that happen?
While I understood that Vicky may be disappointed when we ended, I’d never made our arrangement more than what it was. We’d only been fucking for barely two months, and it had just been weekly moments of sex, no more than two hours. We barely talked. She’d just learned my last name a few weeks ago, but that was it.
In love with me?
She didn’t even know me. I didn’t even know her. She had no idea about my sisters, parents, anything about my private life. She knew about my love of the Kingmaker series, but anyone would’ve gotten that from glancing at my cellphone cover.
“How do you feel about me?” Vicky rose from the bed and slowly walked over.
“I think you’re a beautiful person.”
“Haven’t we had some good times?” She reached out to touch the top of my jeans.
I stopped her hands and held them. “Of course, we’ve had good times, but not the sort to fall in love from.”
More tears fell from her eyes.
How could I explain to her that I needed more than sex to fall in love? Pussy was wonderful. It always tasted good. It never disappointed. Wet and silky, warm and inviting. Pussy was never a bad thing in any moment of the day no matter what happened.
There weren’t many times in life where a heterosexual single guy would say, “Nope. I don’t want that perfectly delightful pussy of yours.”
But when it came down to having that same pussy around and saying no to others, I needed more than just an orgasm. I needed conversation that made me think well beyond the time she said goodbye. I needed a smile that warmed my heart and made me dream about it at night.
“I’m so in love with you,” Vicky whispered. “Why can’t you just focus on me for once and give us a chance?”
“Because it would be a lackluster performance at best.” I shook my head. “I’m sorry, but I don’t feel the same way about you. I think you’re an amazing woman. Any man would be happy to—”
“Oh, save it.” She paced back and forth in front of me. “I spent all week researching that stupid and ridiculous TV show. Kingmaker.”
“Thank you—”
“What type of grown man likes fucking warrior elves?”
“They’re really powerful—”
“It’s a book for kids for god’s sake.”
“It really isn’t. It’s violent with complex intrigue—”
“Oh, shut up about that damn show!” She raised her hands in the air and dropped them. “I forced myself to watch the whole stupid season. Mulliwaggle with his sword. Mulliwaggle slicing off dragons’ heads and roaring—”
“Mulligan,” I muttered.
“I know his damn name.”
“Sorry.”
She stopped in front of me and glared. “I learned everything about Mulligan . And for what? To fucking surprise you, and of course, you don’t appreciate anything because of Mia. Mia. Mia—”
“I think it’s amazing. I really do.”
She jabbed at the air. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to get gold skulls to put on your tits!?”
“No.” I took out my wallet from my pocket. “I could reimburse you the—”
“Now you’re paying me like a whore?” She placed her hands on her hips. “I’m a hooker to you?”
“Fuck no, Vicky. I’m just trying to—”
“Stop yourself from feeling guilty.”
“That’s half right. The other part is that I care.” I pulled two hundred dollars out and placed it on the nightstand where my Mulligan G-string lay. “I heard cosplay for the Kingmaker can be expensive, and I really thought it was amazing what you did.”
Granted, she’d dressed up as Princess Era—Mulligan’s sworn enemy who’d killed his mother—but hey, this wasn’t the right time to correct that. Mulligan would never get his cock up for Princess Era.
Coragon—a demon warrior princess—truly had his heart.
But Vicky had tried, and that was brilliant.
Vicky didn’t take the money. Rage blazed in her eyes.
“I really meant what I said.” I stepped back from the nightstand. “The guy that gets your love will be one happy man. You really are amazing.”