Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
“I’m not…”
“Didn’t I tell you not to lie to me? If you have a problem spit that shit out. I’m not a damn mind reader and I have more important things to do with my time than spend every free fucking second guessing what’s going on with your infuriating ass.”
That got my back up. He didn’t have to sound so disinterested. “Well who asked you to? I was minding my own business remember? You’re the one who dragged me in here.” On that note I headed for the door. I don’t need to put up with his mercurial moods and nasty attitude.
“You go out that damn door we’re gonna have a problem. I’ve had about all I’m gonna take from you.” The look on his face as he said those words…He was well and truly pissed but why?
I didn’t have to wonder for long. “You keep giving me bullshit excuses as to why we shouldn’t be together. Not only that, you keep waiting until I’ve had you to bring that shit up. Tell me, if the tables were turned, how would you feel?”
“The tables wouldn’t be turned because you would never think I was too good for you…” Oh crap, I didn’t mean to just throw that out there like that. That was baring too much of my own insecurities, something I’ve fought hard not to do since my teens.
“Come again, what the fuck does that mean?” I wasn’t about to say the words out loud not even if he tortured me. But the way he crowded me, walking me backwards into the wall, I knew he wasn’t about to let it go.
“I asked you what the hell you meant by what you just said. Did I ever make you feel like you weren’t good enough for me? Did I do or say something to put that shit in your head?”
Now that he’d put it that way, no he hadn’t. But still… “Are you honestly saying that the thought never entered your mind? That you never questioned why someone like you would be caught dead with someone like me?”
“Sure, in the beginning, before I knew you. But if I wasn’t interested my dick never would’ve gotten hard enough to fuck let alone fuck you as long and as hard as I did, each and every time.” Must he be so blunt? At least he was being honest.
“How can you not see that the fact that you felt that way in the beginning means that it’s not going to work?”
“Tell me something. Do you have a type?”
“What?”
“A type, what kind of man do you like? Let’s say I had a beer gut, hair that needed washing, and teeth that had never seen a dentist, would you be interested?”
“No, of course not.” What the hell is he getting at? “So why is it okay for you to have a type but I can’t? Yes I have a type or had one. No I didn’t think you’d be my type because you’ve never been before. But if I wasn’t interested I wouldn’t have gone there with you.”
“Your problem is you never give yourself a chance. It’s not me that you’re fighting, that you’re pushing away. It’s the shit you’ve got going on in your head. And here I thought you were confident.”
“You really thought that?”
“Babe, how old are you? Twenty-two, twenty-three? Yet you moved away from everything you knew to come here and not only that, but you’re opening your own business. That takes guts.”
“But it’s not just that, every time we faced off you stood your ground and never backed down. Shit, even when we fuck you give as good as you get. That’s confidence babe. Don’t squander that shit because you’re carrying a few extra pounds.”
“Does your weight bother you?” I shook my head no, I couldn’t find my voice.
“Is it fucking up your health?” I shook my head again.
“Then what’s the problem? If you don’t have a problem and it’s been proven that I sure the fuck don’t what’s your malfunction?”
If looks could kill the one I gave him would’ve done the job. He makes it sound so easy. Like we don’t live in a world that judges people on such things. And hadn’t he admitted to not thinking I was his type?
“You said that in the beginning I wasn’t your type. What changed?”
“Fuck if I know. Your mouth, your ass, your tits, your mouth again, and not the fact that you spout off every chance you get. It’s just cute that’s all.”
He didn’t even have to search for an answer, it just rolled off his tongue so easily. But can I trust it?
“Whatever the fuck you have going onside your damn head this time, know one thing. The next time you give me the brushoff I’m done. I’m too old for that shit.” Well that was telling me.