Pyke

PYKE

For the umpteenth times, I chuckle and shake my head in disbelief to what had happened earlier. What she did to me almost piss me off, but for some reason, I can’t.

I’ve been sitting in my office where I just pressed that Brittany girl against the door. I gently rub my swollen and warm left cheek. Cringing, I press the cold bottled water on my affected face.

I’m more of a one-night stand kind of guy. I’ve never slept with the same woman twice. I make sure she knows that it’s only a one-time thing before I fuck her. I love sex, but I also love my life, and I don’t want a complicated relationship to complicate my life.

My mind goes back to that brunette. She’s hot as fuck, but she’s also furious as hell, and I don’t even know why she’s so pissed at me.

I pull up my boxers after taking off the used condom and throws it to the bin.

“Thanks for tonight, lover boy!” the girl purrs seductively, biting her bottom lip. She’s attractive, but she’s just my flavor for tonight.

“You’re welcome, babe. Close the door after you,” I say casually.

“We can do it again some other time, you know,” she suggests, zipping her dress up.

“You know me already, Brandy. I don’t do that kind of thing.”

She shoots me a glare, face flushes with anger. She harshly grabs her purse on top of my desk. “You’re a dick!”

“My name is Gisele, by the way!” She walks to the door, then slams it behind her.

This is what I don’t like. Sometimes girls get clingy. Blowing a breath through my nose, I wash my face and run my hands through my hair in frustrations.

Why do women like things get complicated?

I get out of my office and abruptly stop to see a brunette looks so pissed.

“Did you enjoy the show? You could’ve joined us. That would be an awesome-threesome.” Okay, that’s way out of line.

Her dark brown eyes glint like an obsidian stone pierces with a fire of hatred, but there’s a hint of surprise when our gazes meet. She swallows hard as her face turns red.

Why is she angry at me?

“You’re such an asshole! You just made that woman cry. Are you always like this? Just wanted sex then throw them out like trash once you’re done?”

She wears a fuck-me-high heel that adds a few inches to her maybe five feet and four inches tall. She has a straight and small nose that’s now flaring with fury. Her red-painted lips are press into a thin line.

Fuck me if she doesn’t have gorgeous tits. Her dress fits perfectly like it’s only made for her. The V cut of her dress shows more of her juicy cleavage. What can I say? I’m a boob man.

Her flat abdomen is in full view as well. I can imagine running my tongue until she squirms and curls her toes underneath me.

I’m into a blonde, but fuck me if I’m not going to fuck her brains out. All she needs is just to ask. I love to hear her screams than shouting at me like a clingy girlfriend.

I’ve just fucked someone, but my cock is already on full alert.

you deaf or just an

why I bother to ask because they don’t have resemblances. Or that woman

punched your face if you made my sister cry like

is your problem, babe?”

“Did your parents not

parents to what I’m doing. You don’t have the right to insult them. Who are you anyway? I don’t ask them how to fuck women. I didn’t hear any complaints from anyone I fucked so far. I only heard them

lip until it draws blood. I don’t realize that I’m already

“Who are you?”

your business. I don’t just give my name to a stranger and especially to someone like you!” She crosses her arms over her chest,

a brow, pointing at myself. I don’t know why I enjoy bickering with this hot piece

like you!”

to a dirty grin. “Hmm, you should

now,

fit.” I pointed at her mouth.

She clamps it shut.

She pushes me, and I stumble

fuck down!” I raise my hands to

“You’re such a prick!” she screams, moving closer, then hits my hand with her purse.

groan in pain.

hard and cold, maybe a metal just hits my cheek,

aware I have a dick. A huge dick!” I block her strike, then it suddenly stops. My

What had just

hate you!” she spits.

A few seconds later, I hear her

“I can sue you, woman!” I yell, lowering

“Good luck, manwhore!” she yells

shout when I see her walking away, swaying her hips seductively. She does that on purpose because she notices me

Christ!

middle finger up in the air. Instead of getting pissed, I bark

You will pay for that,

***

still hazy with my encounter with that hot brunette. I sit on a stool of my bar without uttering a word. One of my bartenders who happens to be my friend places a glass of whiskey

the rack. He takes a damp cloth then stops, leans his elbows on

curiosity. “I don’t see you as a war freak. Did you have kinky sex with that blonde?”

glass he offers, swirling it gently. I lifted the glass to my nose, savoring the smokiness of the neat whiskey. I drain it into my mouth in a gulp,

kinky sex,” I

trouble? Hughes, you could’ve called me if

you’ve started working with me. I’ve never been in a fight, have I?”

“Do you want another?”

my head.

for that?”

shake again.

want to talk about

My mind goes back to that fiery brunette.

a

my brow. “Since when did

to piss her off that ended her giving you a damn bruise?” He points at my left cheek and shakes his head in amusement.