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Her First Choice
Tyler Copeland was bored as fuck It was possible he didn’t appear bored for the simple reason that he sat in a secluded booth between to for his attention—and there was no question, both of the and extremely beautiful Unfortunately, their beauty couldn’t make up for the lack of an attribute that was essential tohis attention And to put it bluntly, the attribute they lacked was intelligence
When had he become so damn picky about a simple fuck? Truthfully, he should just stand up and leave The club usually heldon his bike and feeling it vibrate between his thighs ayeither of the chicks ere practically begging him for it
Neither of the worated on his nerves in the past In fact, he’d fucked each of them more than once Granted, no more than the two times he allowed himself with any one individual wo rule Shit beca In his experience, if you screwed a woman more than twice, her personality immediately shifted Seriously, you could make bank on that fact After the third fuck, every woman wanted to sink her claws into you Permanently
And that wasn’t going to happen to hi that was even remotely on his itinerary, not now and not in the future He needed a good fuck as uy, in fact, his libido demanded his attention toofor pussy right now
But neither of the wo to cut it for him—he knew that definitively He not only didn’t feel any cheence bored him to tears He needed to extricate himself from the position he was in, but so far, he’d seen no one walk through the double doors of the nightclub who held even the sroin, so as the point of standing and walking away?
He continued to nore the women beside hi He looked around, easily recognizing ht He was an analytical guy, and he kneithout a doubt that he could slot each of the wo at tables, dancing, or leam in their eyes
The first category was a small set of women ere there on a date, it was easy to see they were taken and not interested in anyone else They’d already been with a man when they arrived, and it was more than obvious they intended the situation to stay on an even keel Probably, these woht out with their pussy-whipped husbands after finally finding a babysitter they could trust Jesus, when had he become so cynical?
The second category he pegged as the proverbial girlfriend They ith the wo for one themselves for whatever reason They were the support syste but a bona fide, you-aren’t-fucking-irl, cock-blocker He’d learned the hard way to stay away froirlfriends
The third category of wo for athat he’d developed a kind of subset to this particular category So lot That could work for hiiven up that particularly tasteless foro
His gaze continued to glance across the rooht There was the newly divorced wo to waste another second of her life without finding the right one She was the type anted a new e and she wanted it pronto
It was the sa thirty It was ti so desperate they thought they ht find the perfect man in a scene like this If you weren’t careful, these woht hours—not in his plans at all
He continued to exaaze leisurely came back to the entrance Abruptly, he felt as if a fist had lodged itself in his solar plexus—he noticed the girl right off the bat She stood just inside the doorith a touch of petulance on her expression that intrigued him She seemed both pissed and deterory of women and fitted her into it iirl was the epitome of the woman who’d been fucked over—he could tell
that entirely just by the way she held herself
What the hell kind of idiot would fuck her over?
As he atteh his veins just from the delicate line of her profile, he realized that he knew her He didn’t ‘know her’, know her, but he’d seen her around off and on during the years—and he’d been h school and he’d been a few years older than she was, so their encounters had been few and far between A vague uilt settled in his gut
He’d been eighteen or nineteen the first tih he couldn’t re mesmerized by the sway of her hips as she’d walked down the sidewalk That had been the first ti toto fuck her fro back on it now, he admitted that the cockiness of his youth had been exacerbated by the purchase of his first Harley—he’d been on cloud nine that entire month He hadn’t even tried to stop himself as he’d pulled to the curb at her side and pro to fuck her and taking her for the ride of her life It wasn’t until she’d turned to face him and he’d seen the shock and hurt in her eyes that he’d realized how da she was But by that tie had already been done
It had been the arrogance of youth—life was a learning experience and he’d da years He’d learned you had to slon and think before you opened your mouth and took a pop shot at somebody just for the hell of it
As he continued to watch her, he tried to analyze her thought process fro him She didn’t really want to be here, but da years and the douchebag had continued to cheat on her anyway? Yeah, the girl who’d just walked in was that easy to read She’d finally duood and now she was here to find a revenge fuck
As he watched her detailing the roos about her that he couldn’t possibly miss For one, she was as pretty as she’d always been And shit—it was almost like the more he watched her the more he could read her mind She wanted her pick She didn’t do this often—or at all—and by God, she should get to have her choice—that would be the perfect revenge
Yeah, that was it entirely The girl had been cheated on and now she was going to get her due
Could he ith that? Oh, yeah, he could He’d love to help her get the revenge she needed—if she gave him half a chance
He continued to watch her as she moved toward the bar and placed her order While she stood back and waited for her drink, it was obvious she wasn’t going to be here for long He could see dudes already watching her But he wasn’t worried She was going to make her choice and then leave with him—he would make that happen