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“You really are a cunt sometimes,” I tell her as ait on the bartender, who’s just acknowledged us

“No, being a cunt would be letting him think even for a second he had a c

hance I prefer to stop it before it gets that far Makes it less messy”

Her logic is true, even if it still makes her a cunt

I take a seat on one of the stools as ait My hands fidget in my lap, and I wince when a sharp pain enters h the pain, trying to push it back

So far, I haven’t had any luck finding a guy We’ve only been here an hour, but it feels uys I’ve had before, but I prefer not to use theuy more than once, you take the chance of either hi an attach I refuse to do However, it’s looking like I ht I could ask Nathan to help an, and I don’t want to pull hi he obviously wants I’ll just have totime

When the bartender brings our drinks, I snatch , so it burns when it hitsit’ll distractworse in my stomach But it’s a wasted effort, because it never works Nothing does, except sex

I put the glass down on the bar when ainst the side of the glass

“Holy hell,” Ava says froht there, I’d definitely let fuck me five ways to Sunday And to Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday”

Intrigued, because it’s not often Ava shows that much interest in a man, I turn in my seat to face the dance floor It takesto, but once I do, I know for a fact that it’s the one I’ at

He’s got to be at least six foot five, as he towers over everyone around hih his dress shirt and black suit jacket, I can tell he’s well-built, with muscles stacked on top of each other His dark brown hair is just long enough to run your fingers through, and you can tell he shaves every day, but is now sporting what I would call a nine o’clock in the evening shadow

My body starts to tingle with awareness, wanting to gravitate to the stranger and have him take s I shift inthis is the man I want

I look down at the redhead that’s standing in front of him with a scowl on her face, and feel an irrational need to claw her eyes out and de down at her, his jaw hard with his te relaxed, but fro, you can tell he’s anything but

She says sorabs her by the ar else to hi with her other hand around her He looks around briefly, with an unconcealed nasty sneer overtaking his face, before looking back at her I know that look well, and it pisseson here

I turn in h That look alone hasI hate people like him, the ones that think they are better than others The ones that think just because it usting The judgmental assholes of the world The ones that would look at me with revulsion and label me as a freak