Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
She picked up the fourth shot, and knocked it back.
Looking up, Max was staring at her intently. Picking up her fork, he covered her hands with his own.
“I never said that. Whoever it was, fucking lied. Okay, I don’t even remember calling you a name or what I did at all. I was a fucking jerk back then. An asshole. I’m not the same person. I’ve changed. With how you’ve responded to just a couple of shots, I bet you can’t handle your drink properly, and won’t remember this come morning, so here it is. I would fuck you at the first opportunity. I love how your tits are pressed together. They look so fucking full and ripe. I want to see them bouncing in front of my face as I pound your pussy.” He smiled. “That’s not all. I want to spread you open. Have you on my bed, legs wide so I can see just how wet you are. There have been nights where I’ve thought about you. Where my dick has gotten so hard, and only you will be able to make the ache go away. I’m trying to make amends for all I’ve done. I will continue to do so. A dating website won’t work. This right now, won’t work. You’re going to have a killer headache in the morning, but don’t worry. I’ll make sure to bring my remedy by in the morning.” With that, he put a piece of beef in his mouth and chewed.
Aria opened her mouth, closed it, and got to her feet, moving toward the bar and ordering more shots.
Her stomach felt a little tight, and her body was incredibly fluid. The alcohol must be going to her brain. She carried the four shots back to the table, feeling some of the liquid spill over her fingers. She sat back down, and Max took the shots.
“You’re going to eat something, and come morning, you’ll thank me for it.”
“You’re being a buzzkill.”
“And you’re not responding to the fact I want to fuck you. How about that?”
She snorted. “You think I believe you.”
“Why wouldn’t you?”
“Come on. I’ve heard everything Molly and June have had to say about you. A different girl every chance you get. You’re always with someone new. I’m not shocked, not even a little bit. You don’t want to fuck me. You’re just being nice to me.” She ate a bunch of fries, staring at him, daring him to comment.
He picked some up himself, and ate a lot more than she could put in her mouth at any one time.
“You don’t think I want you?”
“No. I don’t.”
She gasped as he leaned over the table, and right there, he traced the curve of her dress. Even though her dress flared out around her knees, the bodice was incredibly tight and pressed her breasts together, giving her a really impressive cleavage, which Max was now stroking. The touch of his finger on the top of her breast, and she couldn’t think. Not with how he looked at her. He looked ready to devour her.
“I wonder what these beauties will look like bouncing in front of my face. I want to see if you’ve got small nipples or large ones.” He pulled his hand away. “I’m not joking with you.”
“I’m a virgin.” The words spilled out of her mouth before she could stop them.
Max nodded. “I gathered. Maybe if you forget this, we’ll never have to speak of it again. However, if you don’t forget about it, maybe you and I can … explore this.”
“Explore what?”
“You don’t feel it?”
“Look, Max, I don’t feel a whole lot right now.”
He chuckled. “That’s the alcohol talking. I guess I’m going to have to wait and see just how much you remember.”
She ate a couple of slices of beef, more fries, and even took a large helping of the salad before washing it down with another two shots. She wasn’t good at alcohol or taking rejection. This was the first guy she’d ever considered dating, not Max, even though as she stared across the table, there were two of them.
“Do you have, like, an evil twin?” she asked, squinting.
“I think now is as good a time as any to get that check. You’re so going to vomit, aren’t you?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She shrugged, finishing off the last shot. “I like it when you’re being nice. You’re not a giant dick when you’re nice. I even like you walking me to and from work, which is weird because at first, I really hated it. I didn’t want you around me. It’s nice to have someone to care.”
Max paid for the check, and she smiled at the waitress.
“He’s coming home with me. I bet that shocks you.”
“She’s drunk,” he said.
Aria let out a little gasp as she was pulled to her feet. With her arm around Max’s shoulder, he helped to lift her and walk her out. She liked how close he was, and how nice he smelled. It was rather intoxicating.