“You’re a fucking asshole. We’re not leaving.” This one was from the woman to my right. I could imagine the haughty look on her face without even having to look at her.
I sat up in bed without sparing the two of them a glance. I pushed Miss-Right-Bitch out of the way and climbed out of the huge, king-sized bed. She let out a nasty snarl, and from the corner of my eye, I saw her grabbing the bedsheet and trying to cover up her naked self.
Miss-Left-Bitch was silent but still sitting in my bed.
“I paid for this room. So, either you leave, or I call security to have you thrown out. I’m saving you some grace and keeping your dignity intact by only kicking you out and not having you thrown out. Now, Get. The. Fuck. Out,” I warned while putting on my boxers.
I turned around, giving both of them a pointed look. “I'm going to take a piss. You have two minutes to leave this room before I have you thrown out. You wanted a taste of Coulter? You got it. Now, shall we go on our merry ways? In case you're wondering, no… I'm not putting a ring on your finger.”
Blondie's eyes turned into slits as she glared at me. “Are you always like this?”
The bedsheet was still scandalously wrapped around her curvy body. It was tempting, I had to say. But my dick didn’t rouse at the sight, so that would be a no for me.
“I don't even remember your name.”
She let out a gasp, her hand flying to her tits in shock. Way overdramatic. This wasn't some goddamn soap opera.
The pounding headache was making it difficult to focus, so I blinked several times, trying to clear my blurry vision. How much did I drink? I couldn’t remember shit.
“Two minutes,” I snapped, before walking away. The bathroom door closed behind me, putting the lock in place, in case either of them had the stupid idea to join me. I didn't usually say no to shower sex, but I wasn't in a mood for another fuck session. My head was killing me, my body was sore and so was my dick.
After taking a piss, I walked out of the bathroom to see that Blondie had left, but her ‘friend’ was still here. Black hair, exotic sun-kissed skin and brown eyes, she looked like she had just walked out from a magazine.
And those chocolate brown eyes reminded me too much of Lila.
“My name is Tammy,” she introduced, breathlessly, with a thick British accent. “I mean, you didn’t ask for our names last night.”
That was because I didn’t need to know her name to fuck her. Nameless and faceless. There were countless women before her; she was just another lay. I was probably just another man on her list, too.
She only had her skimpy panties and bra on, her big tits practically spilling out. Any man would take their time with her body, but I wasn’t that man.
Tammy sauntered over to me, stopping an inch away. Her tits brushed against my chest, and she smoothed her palm over my abs, sliding down toward my dick. She cupped me in her warm hand, rubbing me through my boxers. “C’mon, babe. Don’t be like this. I thought you said we could go all night. We barely just started. Now that Jenna is gone, it’s just us.”
My patience was thin, and I snapped, roughly grabbing her arm and pulling her toward the door. On our way, I grabbed her black dress off the couch and dumped both outside the door.
Her face was a mask of fury, her lips parted, probably to curse me, but I slammed the door before she could go on a rage-filled rant. What a typical scene.
Yeah, I was being an asshole.
But fuck, I didn’t have the strength to deal with girls like her right now.
I sank into the bed with my head still throbbing.
Sleep took over within a minute, but it was no beauty sleep.
“Run and hide. I’ll count to twenty before coming to find you,” Nala said to me with a giggle. We were playing hide and seek. It was my favorite game to play with Nala because I was smart, and she could never find me.
Mommy said I was the smartest.
That was why I always won our games.
Nala started counting, and I ran to the basement. She wouldn’t find me there. I had to find the perfect hiding place. Our house was huge, and there were corners to hide, but Nala knew almost all of them by now. We had been friends for a few weeks, and she discovered all my hiding spots. So, I had to find a new one.
The closet!
I closed the door behind me and snuck under the shelf. Perfect spot. I was going to win again. Mommy showed me this spot when we were playing last time.