Tame Seducer

By Rogers Davis

My name is Liam, I'm what they call a lucky bastard? Yes, that was me, until a hurricane dressed in a tiny black dress crossed my path. That day, I lost my mind. And just when I thought I was completely crazy, I found myself taking that woman by the hand and vowing to be a fucking prince so I could get into her life and her. Now I, Liam Connor, am a married man. Married! And with a witch, because she has as a princess what I have as a saint. But who says I can't love someone who makes my life hell?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Patrick Robinson
• Release date: Mar 16, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215612668

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Chapter 1

A week later...

I had to come back earlier than I wanted. Ginger threatened to cut my balls off if we didn't go to her baby's christening, so I did, I appreciated my balls quite a bit. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, it was still the same, but something had definitely changed, and it wasn't the ring that now adorned the ring finger of my right hand.

Liam...

I ignored her and took the tie, undoing the knot when I saw that it wasn't fitting perfectly, just the way she liked it.

Now he was a mandilon... One who was told how to dress. I had found a suit on the bed when I got back from the car rental and she was blunt in telling me that was what I would wear. I won't deny that sometimes I cursed the hour our paths crossed...Although when I was buried in her until my eyes hurt, I could only think that she was perfect for me, that together we were more than perfect. To put it in some way, sex could define many things between us, although the bubble of pleasure ended when she opened her fucking mouth... and not to do what I liked so much.

Fuck! She and I are completely different!

We were like that cheesy song that she liked to listen to, you know, if I say white, the motherfucker would say black. And if I say I'm going, she says she's coming... We were like fucking oil and water, like Batman and the Joker , Superman and Kryptonite, like Homer Simpson and hard work.

Shit! Did they get the point?

Not to mention that he believed my mother in every way. And as much a lover of sex as I was, I had no sexual thoughts about my holy mother. Freud was an asshole who thought too much of his mom, just to hide the fact that he was an old pervert with a badly fucked face.

Make no mistake, I wish I could say that our relationship was purely sex, because it's clear that if I loved anything in this life, it was fucking. And, believe me, there were only two important things in my life: the first, money – having plenty of the blessed green paper made life easier. Fortunately, I had plenty of it. And the second thing was to fuck. A little short, since the ecstasy only lasted a few minutes, but it was fucking wonderful, for that reason I practiced it as often as I could. So yes, I'd like to say that she served my second purpose in life...She gave me pleasure, that which, in sum of all other things, we were most congenial about, something powerful and irremediable.

She stressed me out in every way, but honestly, my life was completely empty without her.

I know, he was a tough man, an inveterate fucker, a womanizer with a cause – he loved women, more causes than that don't exist. But he was also a man with a grudge... yes, gentlemen. I had done TeampussyRenn . And he could no longer live without that part of his anatomy.

Liam, she called to me again from the other side of the door, "you look like a princess getting ready for the coronation ball. If you finish my blush, I'll kill you!— He laughed at the stupid blush joke, it was his way of challenging me.—We're going to get there by the time Ausar goes to university—he added. And I could bet my balls I was rolling my eyes.

I'm going, I muttered under my breath.

You said 'I'm coming' ten minutes ago, she replied indignantly.

-Fuck! If you are very eager you can go ahead. It's the fucking christening and I'm the fucking best man so they can't start without me," I mumbled.

No, the most important, hail the navel of the world... I don't know if you want to stay, but I'm going to leave without you, she yelled.

Bye, I said back.

I strained my ear expecting to hear the door. But, although the minutes passed, I did not hear anything. The room went silent and I mentally counted, three, two, one and...

—I'll give you five minutes and if you don't come out...! —Come and challenge me, baby.

- What were you not leaving? I mumbled, I knew that would exasperate her. I smiled at the reflection in the mirror

Hello, handsome.

If you don't come out, you're going to have to use your hands for a long time! he yelled as if we were more than a mile away, and not just separated by a faux wood door. You're going to have to call Manuela tonight!" I ran my hand through my hair, leaving it messy and sexy, and then smirked in the mirror, certain she wouldn't believe her words herself. Her ability to take the initiative when we argued was a way of emasculating my balls, the way she imposed her will while waiting for her demand to be met. She might even destroy my manhood and try to braid my fucking head, but if there was one thing I could be sure of, it was that as long as I lived and was clear about my natural powers to control her, she wouldn't have an easy job of taking away my own independence. Not when it came to my side of the bed at least. I wanted to be a lioness, but when it came to sex, I was just a kitten.

I finished tying the fucking knot and smiled in the mirror. The fucking red tie was perfectly aligned and now I didn't feel like getting out of the bathroom, it was in operation: I'm the macho here and I rule my house and if I feel like not going to a fucking christening party where the child would have a name as horrible as Ausar, because he would not go, period.

To use! Oh my GOD. I already saw the poor teenage boy with personality problems and trying to find a lawyer to divorce his parents for causing him such harm.

Connor... He knocked on the door again desperately. I crossed my arms sitting on the toilet; I loved getting her off my feet. I looked at my nails, reminding myself to call Tatiana to touch up the clear varnish. I liked to look pretty... Nails were important.

She kept cursing and I couldn't help the smirk on my face. My angry kitten was a good omen for the night, ensuring a few bites and many scratches followed by a good fucking against the wall.

"Liam Connor, I'm going to count to five and I want your pale ass out of that fucking bathroom. And there are three!

oh yes! Spooky. My 1.55 centimeter wife is going to kick me with her latest collection Louis Vuitton .

"Liam, get out of the fucking bathroom. He knocked on the door a couple more times. Connor!

Yeah, that was me, Liam Connor... Better known as Liam fuckingfuckingconnor Connor, the name she'd given me. She kept knocking on the door as if some zombie apocalypse had struck the earth.

I was freaking out with The Walking Dead .... In fact, I was waiting for the application to catch zombies, my godfather was going to have a stroke when I was absent from the office and he went to kill me zombie like Rick with a katana.

Two knocks on the door brought me back to operation Let's get Renn out of the box, so I got up from the bathroom and opened the door just to find her standing in front of me, her eyes flashing with anger. She was the most punctual woman I had ever met, and by my watch we were several minutes behind. Before she was going to say some shit about punctuality and I don't know what else, my hand cupped her small waist and pulled her to me, demanding her lips as I pulled the lower one between mine. That lip had been my downfall, it was plump and proportional to the one above; in fact, she was pretty proportional except for her tits, the right one was a little more rounded than the left, but I didn't give a shit. Her boobs were great! Two glorious peaks of flesh, topped by a perfect pink areola and plump nipples; perfect to the touch of my hands. And the reaction that caused them, made them point towards me, asking for attention to touch them.

You're not wearing a fucking bra! I squealed as her nipples stuck to my chest.

Shit! This woman was a harpy. Point up for Renata Stewart.

They mark with the dress, he murmured on a gasp when I caught his lips against mine again. She slipped her hands between our bodies. It's late...

I'm fast when I put my mind to it. My hands started to go up the dress I was wearing. It was red, it matched my tie, fitted to her curves. She looked sexy as hell and I already had her hard enough to break a fucking plate with her, a towel on my dick and it would hold it.

-Forget it. He pushed me. He looked at my erection above my canvas pants. His eyes shone with lust and he smiled... I knew that smile, it was the one that had made me commit the greatest madness of my life.

Marry the witch!

I tried to get closer and she walked away.

I said no! —he sentenced, making himself dignified.

-Fuck! What time did it occur to me to marry you?! I murmured, accommodating my cock in my pants, they were black and it's not that it was very noticeable, but it's not that it was very comfortable to walk around when you have a monumental erection.

I hated knowing that she was hungry, I hated always being hungry, much more when I had the delicacy at home dressed in red and I couldn't satisfy myself.

I told you when we met. I looked at her without understanding shit. I told you that when we fucked I expected nothing less than to be your wife, and I told you that if I didn't, I would stop calling me Renata Stewart, so get your pale ass in the car now! she yelled before leaving the room, swaying her hips, making her damn ass move as if to say: I always win in the end."

Yours is pale too! I yelled back, but by now she was out of the room, I could hear her fucking laugh as she walked towards the door of our suite.

I know, she had my fucking balls in her hands... And best of all, I was a happy fucking bastard when she literally had her hands there.

I ran my hand through my hair one more time before stalking after her like the damn lapdog that I was.

Where the hell was the gigolo, mischievous and sensual Liam Connor, CEO of Connor and Bullock Corp? The man who could compete with the old man George Clooney, the golden cock of North America, as my ex-lovers used to say.

Where the fuck had my manhood gone?

Where was the guy who fucked and voted for women like it was nothing?

Where was this man who loved to be free and without marital complications?

Where?

That's what I wanted to know...

Chapter 2

––––––––

I watched as Renata touched up her makeup. She looked gorgeous... Well, she always looked like a femme fatale, which made my temperature rise several degrees Celsius. Right now, it was an oven at a thousand degrees Celsius.

It was always hot with her by my side!

She knew it!

His gesture told me: I have you of the balls, Liam . At that time, they were blue like Papa Smurf...surely, she would call my dick a smurfette .

I saw her smile at my scrutiny and I fixed my eyes on the road trying to think of Arthur dressed as a woman to see if that would lower the fucking erection that I had brought from the hotel.

Arthur with hairy legs, fishnet stockings and wearing a miniskirt could be a damn way out.

The landscape was arid, like all of Arizona, and it was damn hot, I was literally roasting in my own clothes, she had made me dress as if we were going to baptize Ausar in the Vatican . I loved my suits, they made me look elegant and fucking handsome at the same time, even though I was naturally handsome.

I didn't complain when I had to wear an expensive Dolce & Gabanna to important meetings, but this was a family thing, I could at least dress less formal. I mean, without the fucking tie that was suffocating me to the balls, I would have been presentable as well. Put a bag over my head and still, I swear I'll melt panties. Yeah, sorry, I was born with the biological lottery gene. That? I'm not into humble, so don't look at me by rolling your eyes. I'm beautiful sue me!

Renn brushed the lipstick over her full lips, distributing it evenly over them through grimaces... Women.

I looked at my wife again to see if she could escape the heat a little bit, her black hair fell like a soft cascade of curls down her back, she was wearing a fitted and short dress, with only one sleeve, and some extra high ankle boots that made that her legs looked majestic for miles. The dress was so damn short that I was being a pervert getting turned on just by looking at the translucent skin of her thigh... She had the perfect buttock for me.

Eyes on the road, Connor, he muttered without looking at me. I shook my head and put the hood on the rental car so I could turn on the air conditioning, I loved the damn car and it had been quite an odyssey to get it. It was a Peugeot 307 CC with a canvas roof that folded up behind the rear seats, I had rented it so that the wind would cool us down, but the Arizona wind was thick and stifling. Renn had given me the " I told you so, but you're so damn stubborn now you'll drown in your fucking rich kid whim " look. But shit, it wasn't my fault that Jean came to baptize her son where the devil left his shoe, making this place a branch of hell.

We were in Scottsdale, Arizona, since according to Jean, the event had to be in the same church where he had been baptized, just because it was the Wright tradition to baptize the firstborn in the chapel there.

What was wrong with the chapels that were in New York?

Honestly, I was seriously thinking of having my best friend checked for some mental entity: first, the name he socially peppered his son with, Ausar Wright, I'm sure when the poor kid comes to his senses, he's going to kill us all . To his fucking parents in the first place for encouraging bullying towards him thanks to his name; then he would come after me for being complicit in that madness and doing nothing to try to persuade my friend that the name was bullshit. He didn't give a damn what the name meant, Ginger had said it was something Egyptian about fertility and I don't know what shit about pharaohs, he hadn't paid much attention because he was too busy taking Cristiano Ronaldo's mom for a walk . , because the asshole had allowed the ball to be taken away in the Champions League final by Messi's dwarf. Until Renata came along and turned off the fucking television for us, just because it was Ginger's Baby Shower , as if we –Arthur and I– had to party because Jean had finally gotten his wife pregnant.

Good one, champ. Start limiting your hours of sleep, partying, and sex.

I will never have a child!

There is enough condom supply in the world to avoid them.

I stopped the car at a red light and my hand slipped by itself until it touched my wife's thigh. Yes, you read that right, MIA even though I hadn't touched her in over a fucking week, I was about to drop my balls off from a serious case of black balls. Yes and what? I was mentioning my balls too much, they are important to a man and black is not my favorite color on that part of my body, problem? He had a hard-on since we left the hotel and while looking for his tie in his suitcase, he had seen the box of tampons, that meant the days of red light were over! Welcome back sex to our home! Liam Junior was the most excited, he didn't like the drought, and it's not that he was a snob, he didn't care about a little blood, sometimes a man must dirty the sword, a little blood didn't kill anyone, unless it was that the blood came from a wound in the aorta, there you were screwed. However, there are some women who find it disgusting. My wife was one of those women and she lasted seven fucking days with the most hated visitor for me in the month, so it had been a little over a week since she and I had nothing at all.

I had all kinds of files on my flash drive waiting to be moved to my wife's safe haven. I felt loaded. Do you understand me? The bus didn't make it to the terminal to unload and I was a fucking sexual Neanderthal.

Unga...Unga...

-No. The word was said forcefully. We're already late because of you, Connor. I knew perfectly well when Danielle told me that she made you dress as a girl that this had not been completely forgotten. Do you curl your eyelashes when you go out? I snorted, but still, my hand slipped under the dress just to show him how much of a woman I could be by stroking a little more skin and climbing up to reach my favorite fucking cave. Liam... She removed my hand from her thigh and I rolled my eyes under my dark glasses. When the light turned green, I looked at the GPS to see how far we were from the fucking chapel.

I was about to suggest to the company's engineers that they create a control like Adam Sandler's in Click. Of course, I wouldn't be stupid enough to use it while Renata and I are having a marathon session of sex.

I huffed once more and as I looked down the road I slipped my hand back up her thigh.

"Liam! The tone of his voice was energetic.

"You know, baby, I'm dying here. I lowered my head to my noticeable erection. I'm sure my balls are bluer than a fucking Avatar's. What's more, I think my balls right now are blacker than Barack Obama 's .

I gave you a blow job before we got on the plane yesterday morning, she said, looking at me under her damn long lashes, I loved her lashes, I loved everything she had in that tiny 1.55 centimeter tall container.

—But that, doll, that was yesterday. I looked at my boy, using the hand that had been pawing at Renn's shin. Calm down, boy, Mommy won't let you keep accumulating information. I gently caressed the bulge between my legs. Renn wanted to look angry, but the corner of her mouth turned up in a smile. After all, we were still on our honeymoon.

The light changed and she waited several seconds to speak. Tonight baby

Aww, she was so damn cute when she called me baby.

Wait?! She said tonight?!

I stopped dead. Renata gave me a glare as her body slid forward with force.

—You can't be fucking serious, there are a few... —I looked at my watch— Ten fucking hours until it's night, Renata!

—You can wait, no one has died from not having sex.

It's just that no one has made me wait that long!

And if you don't want to wait any longer, dude, you better start the fucking car and drive like a horde of zombies are after you.

I told them, this week without sex had us addicted to The Walking Dead.

Renn... My voice dropped a few octaves as I looked at the almost deserted road through the tinted windows. You know, love, the windows are tinted...

-Do not even dream about it. I lowered my eyes to my dear Li and sighed.

We can always find a place and...

-NO!

Renn... I said plaintively.

We're not going to fuck in the church, or in the car, or in the bathroom of the restaurant where we're having lunch, or in the little reception they're having in the room Ginger and Jean rented. It is the baptism of your first godchild.

And as I see things, also from the last one, I muttered under my breath. The chapel was out of town in the middle of nowhere, so I drove for several minutes in silence feeling like my poor cock was pressed against the fabric of my pants, at least the air conditioning dissipated the heat.

I was almost resigned to not having any sexual affection until the fucking moon came up, when I felt my wife's little hand touch my erection. It took me by surprise and a small smile began to settle on my mouth.

If you laugh, you're a dead man. Your balls will fall off or you'll have to buy something for the callouses on your hands, he muttered with a dark smile, so I swallowed hard and tried to be as serious as I could when I felt her unzip. Command, Liam? I shrugged not to say anything, I knew she liked that I wasn't wearing boxers. Look straight ahead, don't even think about messing up my hairstyle and don't think about controlling, she said in a seductive but dictating voice before I could feel her sweet, soft, luscious, luscious lips on the head of my cock.

This woman will be the fucking death of me.

I let out a long, long breath as I felt her tongue massage my erection and it took everything in me not to reach my free hand to her hair and try to control the situation. Instead, I dedicated myself to feeling her relax her throat to take me deeper and deeper into her wet and hot oral cavity.

The pleasure was sublime.... She was the best on the planet.

Now you know one of the reasons why I married her...

One, but not the most important.

Chapter 3

I drove the rest of the way with a stupid grin on my face, looking like a fucking addict who just had a good hit. Ha! My wife and her mouth that took me to heaven.

God, I loved my fucking wife for making me the happiest fucking man on the planet.

Who said that a good fellatio was not synonymous with joy? Whoever says no is retarded or dead.

—Connor. I looked at my sweet and beautiful wifey sitting next to me with a smirk. Wipe the smile, you jerk, and pass me a piece of gum. — Although she wanted to sound angry, she knew perfectly well that she wasn't.

"Sorry honey, I ate the last one about an hour ago and I haven't seen a damn establishment since we hit the road. —It was true, I had taken out my last piece of gum when I was fixing my damn tie.

"You always have Trident , Liam, I can't get to the chapel with my mouth smelling of sex," he muttered forcefully.

—I told you I was going to run, in warned war, a soldier doesn't die.

" It's 'warned soldier doesn't die in war ', idiot." She rolled her eyes and opened her tiny bag to look for something. I looked to see if there was any water in the bottle I'd brought with me from the hotel, but it was fucking empty.

-And now? he asked with a sigh.

Love, we're on the open road, there's nothing close. Jean brought her son to be baptized in hell, poor child, already with the name she bought the fucking ticket. She looked pretty bad, so for a second, I felt embarrassed; then i kicked that fucking sensation in the ass, i had told her i was going to cum and she kept sucking like my fucking dick was a lollipop.

I watched her reach into the tiny bag she was carrying and then a victorious smile settled on her face as she pulled out a mint. How the hell was there a mint in there? Don't ask!

Gin is going to kill us, he whispered, pulling out his lipstick.

I don't think so, baby, I'm sure Ausar will kill her first when he can remember, I replied mockingly.

"I don't want any comment about it, Liam. —His index finger pointed at my face, if bullets came out of them, I would have been dead for months.

-But love...

My cry baby voice always worked...but not with her.

—Nothing, everyone gives their son the name they want. Ginger already explained why she and Jean decided to name him Ausar.

—They would have called it a broken condom and the problem was solved. I felt a strong slap on the back of my neck and I complained. Chick...

"Ginger thought she could never have children and today they have a beautiful baby.

The one that they completely screwed up with the name, I replied.

"Connor!

That?! Oh my god! I don't understand the obsession with fatherhood, too much poop, too much crying and no dirty fun sex. Who wants that?

Not me, I dream of the day when humans get out of some machines, already clean, without squealing and straight to the university.

A perfect world.

"Yeah, love, I won't say anything. Arthur will make fun of both of us, but you can't forbid me to laugh with him.

"No jokes...

Ren...

"No, or you'll sleep with the dog, Connor, and you know I can.

We don't have a dog, I said, watching him move the rearview mirror.

Well, you'll sleep like one, if you come up with a little joke about the baby's name. Understood, my love? —And she smiled at me with that bad and rich little mouth.

-Okay...

—Ok no, I asked if you understood.

-Yes ma'am. I won't make fun of my godson's stupid name. Renata looked at me for a moment before laughing and running her hand over my cheek. I searched for her touch like a fucking dog and I could see her smile brighten even more before she started applying her lipstick.

I laughed remembering that first time I saw her, damn, it seemed like yesterday and not four fucking months.

« I had had a long conversation with shareholders from Brazil about the new hotel that we planned to build on a beach in Ipanema. Connor & Bullock Corp was a little whore who wanted to be everywhere; That is why we had ventured into many areas: technology, construction, software...

My father, may he rest in peace, and Charles were fucking ambitious. I wasn't complaining, thanks to them I had a bank account with a lot of zeros on the right. Money enough to fill the pool at my house and get into it. I worked for the love of art. Yes, the art of making millions....

A hundred million dollars was not enough for me for a weekend. Don't judge me, I'm addicted to money. Why do I have to feel guilty?

Because of that, and because she knew Danielle wouldn't set foot here or get paid, she was the kind of guy who has a Golden Master card and feels cool saying she doesn't need the money. Hypocrite!

Danielle is Charles's daughter... A bitch with a capital P highlighted in red and underlined many times. I was trying to keep her away from Renata, but she's like fleas, when you realize it, your dog is completely crawling with them. And don't get me wrong, I don't tell my dog wife...

Well, I say.

Danielle is a huge, annoying flea and a total bloodsucker.

Sometimes she didn't understand how the hell Arthur had married her.

She wanted to go drink, flirt a bit, raise a nice butt, preferably a blonde... they are the most sensual –all except Dani–. I bet she's got a stick up her ass.

A fucking pole!

I took my jacket from the back of the chair and told Mrs. Clinton I was out, she just laughed when I told her my already faded string of bullshit. I had an MBA in business administration and had studied more than half my fucking life, but still, I talked how I wanted when I was in confidence.

Mrs. Clinton had been my father's and Charles's secretary. And when Charles dedicated himself to the company, after my parents' death, she became even more committed to C&B. By the time my father died, they had offices in the World Trade Center... needless to say what happened there, my parents died there.

At least I know they were having a great time when it all happened, since my mom never made social visits to dad's offices. I called Jean, but Ginger had his balls on chains so he couldn't go out and enjoy life with me and Arthur.... The dog was pregnant, so I don't think she would let him out.

What the hell is wrong with men these days?! Why are they looking for a fixed woman, if it's just going to a bar and selecting someone alone, pretty and quite easy.

The Time was bursting, as always. I greeted Sam and he let me through, regardless of the jeers from the people in line.

I ordered a double scotch while I sat at the bar and saw what The Time had to offer... Really beautiful women, blondes, redheads, blackheads... I remembered the last time I had my horizontal mambo with a blonde, so I cut those out of the group. I had chosen a redhead and a brunette, if it didn't work out with one, the other would be mine, although I was never turned down, it was just a little peek at them, flirt with my subtle charm, a lopsided smile and bam! Panties down and legs at my waist.

Yes, I was a fucking macho egomaniac, but what's my fault for being beautiful and women throwing their panties at me when I walk by? It's not like I'm going to go out in the street with a fucking paper bag over my face so they won't look at me.

I was about to walk towards them when I saw her... a black-haired... Damn! She was beautiful, despite not being very tall, she had a short black dress on one shoulder and fucking death heels... my dick pointed to the sky just by looking at her, and not only that, she was heading towards me swaying her hips like if I were a rattlesnake.

My eyes bulged out of my sockets and I was about to take off like a rocket to the moon.

Damn, I was so fucking mesmerized by her that my boner was pretty noticeable.

I could see that he was going over my body, stopping right there, in that part of my anatomy that stood up to say a:

Hi baby how are you? My great friend Liam and I want to greet you...wildly.

When I thought she would talk to me, she walked past, stopping at the bar and lifting her fucking ass up, leaving me even more stupid with those two perfect globes that worldly people called Buttocks and that I, with my sweet mouth, call perfect ass... amazing ass...

Demons! I even felt like a poet.

I watched as Steve handed him his drinks and I stepped forward, handing him my card.

I pay for the lady's drinks, Stev, I said, giving the black-haired girl a lopsided smile. She smiled, taking a drink from one of the glasses.

Thank you, she whispered softly, her voice ringing like bells.

I could already hear his ragged voice telling me, Oh, Liam, like this, like this. Hard! Hard! Don't stop. How big you have it!

Understand me, I am one of those who likes to have their talents recognized. And mine was eight inches.

What's a cutie like you doing coming here to buy drinks? She arched an eyebrow at me.

-Oh, come on! Don't let me down, you can do better, not with your cliché of I just open my mouth and they drop like flies. His answer left me somewhat out of place.

—I don't think it's cliché to ask why your friend? boyfriend? He can't come buy your drinks.

—It will be because I did not come with friends or boyfriends, simply, with a couple of crazy friends who are already more drunk than me. If you wanted to know if she was alone, you would have asked, you don't look like beating around the bush...

-I am Li.

I offered her my hand and she left it in the air, looking at me as if I had masturbated with her five minutes ago.

He had done it an hour before... that didn't count.

I know who you are, North America's biggest gigolo, New York's golden bachelor. Every weekend, the magazine ¡Ok! she takes a picture of you with a different blonde, which makes me think: why the hell did you pay for my drinks if I'm not a blonde? I smiled, because I wouldn't have to pretend with her.

—Good point, I don't even know why the hell I'm here myself. Do you see that redhead? —I pointed to the girl who was winking at me, even when she was accompanied. I was going to be my date for the night, I said when she nodded, then you showed up and I found you...more interesting.

Interesting enough to be tonight's fuck?

Do you want the truth or a lie?

Surprise me... he said with a bright and mischievous look.

—Well, I don't know, there's a lot of noise. I let my fingers caress the skin of his