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.

or just

sister?” I don’t know why I bother to ask because they

face if you made my sister

what is your problem, babe?”

her eyes. “Did your parents not

“Wow!” I huff. I can’t believe she just insulted my innocent parents over this. “Keep my parents out of it, woman. You’re maybe hot, but you don’t have to drag my parents to what I’m doing. You don’t have the right

that lip until it draws blood. I

are

my name to a stranger and especially to someone like you!” She crosses her arms over her chest, giving me more view of her tits.

handsome and hot like me?” Smirking, I cock a brow, pointing at myself. I

“A dick like

My lips spread to a dirty grin. “Hmm, you should

anger before, now, it turns

fit.” I pointed

it shut.

“Asshole!” She pushes me, and I stumble back.

I raise my hands to stop her.

prick!” she screams, moving closer,

I groan in pain.

dick!” She does another strike—harder this time, and there’s something hard and cold, maybe a metal just hits my cheek,

it suddenly stops. My hands are still

What had just happened?

“I hate you!” she spits.

A few seconds later, I hear her heels clicking in

woman!” I yell, lowering my arms

“Good luck, manwhore!” she yells back.

hips seductively. She

Christ!

holds her middle finger up in the air. Instead of getting pissed, I bark into laughter.

pay for that, woman!

***

my bar without uttering a word. One of my bartenders who happens to be my friend

place the bottle back to the rack. He takes a damp cloth then stops, leans his elbows

as a war freak. Did you have kinky

glass he offers, swirling it gently. I lifted the glass to my nose, savoring the smokiness of the neat whiskey.

“I didn’t have kinky sex,” I answer calmly.

into trouble? Hughes, you could’ve called me if you

working with me. I’ve never been in

want another?”

shake my

for that?”

I shake

want to talk

My lips spread into a smile. My mind goes back to that fiery brunette.

“Is it a woman?”

when did

do to piss her off that ended her