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.
“Are you deaf or just an idiot?”
I blink. “Is she happens to be your sister?” I don’t know why I bother to ask because they don’t have resemblances. Or that woman could be her friend?
She narrows her eyes again. “I already punched your face if you made my sister cry like that!”
“Then what is your problem, babe?” I smirk.
She rolls her eyes. “Did your parents not teach you how to treat a woman?”
“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 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 screaming my name many times more than I could count.”
Her mouth gapes. I want to bite that lip until it draws blood. I don’t realize that I’m already biting mine.
“Who are you?”
“None of 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, giving me more view of her tits.
“Someone handsome and hot like me?” Smirking, I cock a brow, pointing at myself. I don’t know why I enjoy bickering with this hot piece of a cantankerous.
“A dick like you!”
My lips spread to a dirty grin. “Hmm, you should see it yourself, babe.”
Her eyes widen. If her face turns red with anger before, now, it turns as beet-red. Her mouth forms an O shape.
“That wouldn’t fit.” I pointed at her mouth.
She clamps it shut.
“Asshole!” She pushes me, and I stumble back.
“Whoa! Whoa! Woman, calm the fuck down!” I raise my hands to stop her.
“You’re such a prick!” she screams, moving closer, then hits my hand with her purse.
I groan in pain.
“A dick!” She does another strike—harder this time, and there’s something hard and cold, maybe a metal just hits my cheek, making me wince in pain.
“I know! I’m well aware I have a dick. A huge dick!” I block her strike, then it suddenly stops. My hands are still up in the air that she might do it again.
What had just happened?
“I hate you!” she spits.
A few seconds later, I hear her heels clicking in distant.
“I can sue you, woman!” I yell, lowering my arms slowly.
“Good luck, manwhore!” she yells back.
“Nice ass, by the way!” I shout when I see her walking away, swaying her hips seductively. She does that on purpose because she notices me glancing at her ass. A fine ass.
Christ!
She holds her middle finger up in the air. Instead of getting pissed, I bark into laughter.
You will pay for that, woman!
***
It’s already morning, but my brain is 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 in front of me.
I mutter thanks. Wright turns to place the bottle back to the rack. He takes a damp cloth then stops, leans his elbows on the counter, and scans my face.
“What happened to that?” he asks with curiosity. “I don’t see you as a war freak. Did you have kinky sex with that blonde?”
I pick up the 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, wincing when it reaches my throat.
“I didn’t have kinky sex,” I answer calmly.
“Got into trouble? Hughes, you could’ve called me if you needed help.”
“Wright, you’ve known me since you’ve started working with me. I’ve never been in a fight, have I?”
“Do you want another?”
I shake my head.
“Need ice for that?”
I shake again.
“Do you want to talk about that?”
My lips spread into a smile. My mind goes back to that fiery brunette.
“Is it a woman?”
I arch my brow. “Since when did you become nosy?”
He laughs. “So, it’s indeed a woman, huh? What did you do to piss her off that ended her giving you a damn bruise?” He points at my left cheek and shakes his head in amusement.
If he only knows how hot she is…
“I don’t have any idea why she’s pissed at me. She just came out of the blue, questioned me, then ended up hitting me on my damn face.”
“Wow! She’s something!” Kyland laughs.
“You’ve no idea, and she’s hot! Like flaming hot!” I draw fingers of her body shape in the air.
He leans his back against the liquor rack, crossing his arms over his chest. “But you didn’t bang her.”
Sighing out of frustrations, I reply, “I doubt if I ever see her again.”
“You will, once you do, you can spank her ass till red as a punishment,” he snorts and adds, “nobody says no to Pyke Hughes.”
“She’s not the type that I used to bang, Wright. She’s a brunette,” I say, pursing my lips.
“She’s what?”
My head snaps at him. His eyes narrow at me. Before I can say something, his phone vibrates in his pocket.
Pressing his phone to his ear, he speaks, “Hey, Cam, are you already home?”
He mutters hmm.
“Can I bring you something before I head out?”
I try to listen, but I can’t hear the voice from the other line.
Since when did I become so interested in someone’s conversation?
“No, no, it’s okay. I’ll be home soon, okay? I’m still with my boss. We need to talk, Cam,” he says firmly. His feature turns serious.
Who’s this Cam?
“Okay, bye.” He slips his phone back into his jeans’ pocket. “Sorry about that, that’s my cousin, Cam.”
“Why don’t you bring your cousin here?” I suggest.
“She’s here earlier,” he says casually.
“She?” I ask in disbelief, almost immediately.
“Yeah, my cousin Camila.”
“Camila,” I mutter under my breath.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
Seconds later his eyes still on me.
“What? Did you develop a crush on me now, Wright? Anyway, are you gonna be at your shop tomorrow?” He also works at the tattoo shop at day time.
“Do you want a tattoo?”
“No, I want an Apa.”
Camila I don’t know why do I feel so sullen all of a sudden. No man gets under my skin no matter how good he looks, but that arrogant prick affects me to the bone that nobody else does. I can’t deny the fact that he’s got the look—a playboy persona look—a look that most women fall for—a look that can fool you in just a single glance he throws to you. He has an athletic figure that doesn’t have an ounce of fat other than a perfect ripped body. Well, I have not seen him shirtless, but yesterday, I know if he has muscles underneath his shirt or not. His thick dark blond hair styled in a messy way like he frequently runs his fingers through it, but he’s a dick. Yeah, he said that he has a huge dick. How could he ask someone like me for a threesome? Do I look like a cheap? He even smirked —a cocky kind of smirk. I close my laptop back. I just can’t even concentrate on searching for a job. Slumping my
PYKE Did she just walk out? She walks out of the coffee shop with her sexy ass without looking back. That cantankerous of a woman just walked out on me. Un-fucking-believable! Well, that’s new because women often come to me and not the opposite. She’s right though, and I never deny the fact that I love to have fun with women, and stays single. I feel suddenly guilty. This city has a lot to offer, lots of interesting people, lots of food to taste, lots of beer to drink, lots of pus— I startle when someone nudges my shoulder. I look up to see my cousin, Xandry. “Seriously, you look like your goldfish just died,” Xandry remarks, taking a seat where that sexy cantankerous has seated. “Don’t talk about goldfish like that when Bash is around,” I snicker. He chuckles, “How’s your dick?” The waitress left after taking our order, but Xandry doesn’t miss to take a look at the waitress’ ass.
CamilaKyland allows me to drive his red 2007 Mustang Shelby GT500. I enjoy driving this beautiful beast—it purrs like a kitten. This doesn’t happen so often, so I take the chance to drive around until it runs out of fuel. For sure, I will receive another lecture from him.I’m fascinated with cars, preferably the sports one, but I’m more of just a look and dream and draw on a piece of paper over them. I know the feeling and understand why men sometimes love cars more than their girlfriends.I pull over at an empty space in the parking lot of the club. I take a deep breath—shaking off the thought of that overconfident jerk when I push the glass door open. The smell of fresh and clean with a mix of air freshener hit my nostrils.I immediately hear my cousin laughing.“Speaking of the devil,” Kyland guffaws.“Well, hello, dear cousin!” Flipping my hair over
PYKEUn-fucking-believable!Of all the 49.6%of theworld’s population, why does Camila hastobe Kyland’s cousin? Why? The hot cantankerous ismy friend’s cousin. This is going to be a disaster.She’s gonna be my disaster!I value my friendship with Kyland, but I can’t let Xandry win without a fight. The thought of fucking her behind Kyland’s back makes my stomach knot sickly. How am I going to deal with her if she hates my gut?How will I ever win in this stupid bet? And because of that woman, I’m going to lose some cash.I feel a sudden gush of guilt. All I think is my ego and money. Money isnot a problem though, I have plenty of them, but my concern is Camila. She will despise me, loathe me, and burn me alive if she will find out about this thing going on between me and Xandry.I never beg for a fu
Camila“What?” Megan and Bianca ask in unison.“Why would someone give you money? Ten thousand bucks?”Megan asks again, now sitting beside me on the couch with brows draw in together.We’ve been friends since we started our freshmen in college. I know they will be surprised because who will just throwten thousand dollars without a catch?“Cam, stop zoning out. Why would someone offer you money? For what? Is this some kind of scam? Are you going to sell drugs as payment or...” Bianca’s eyes widen in shock. “Is he going to pay you for sex?” She’s alreadysitting on the coffee table, grippingmy knees.“Will you two stop overreacting. I did not accept the offer.”They both sigh in relief.“I mean I haven’t thought and decided, yet.”They exchangea look—a look as if I’m losing my goddamn mind.
PYKEFor the first time, Kyland invites me to his apartment—the same apartment he’s sharing with Camila. Just the thought of her makes me edgy.She turned me down again, twice in a row now. Okay, four times in a row.She turned me down in a threesome. Honestly, that was a dick move. Secondly, when I met her at the coffee shop. Thirdly, she refused to take the phone that I bought for her. I’m not bribing her into accepting my last offer. I just feel guilty for lying. She didn’t take the bait when I offer her some cash. I can’t decide if I s
CamilaHe’s not bad as I thought he was, but still, the flirtiness and cockiness are his best charms. He doesn’t leave me alone without a single remark. He’s also funny and cheerful.I want to consider his offer, and he’s right, it’s only a one-time photoshoot then I will have ten thousand bucks in my account.“What took you two so long?” Kyland asks as I place three boxes of pizza into our small granite kitchen island.“I’m sorry, man. We bumped into Xandry at the pizzeria,” Pyke answers, placing two plastic bags beside the pizza boxes.“Why did you not invite him over?”“I didn’t bother him. What is he doing in the neighborhood anyway?” Pyke smirks that something the two of them will understand.“Uh, I got it,” Kyland murmurs.My brows meet, but I remain silent. I start opening the cupboard to take some plates, then I w
PYKE“What the fuck was all about back there, Xandry?” I grab his front shirt and push him against the wall strong enough that knocks the air out of his lungs. What he did in front of Camila is unacceptable.“Whoa! Calm down. I was just messing with you.” He raises his hands up.We’ve been like brothers since we were just kids. If he ever crosses the line again I will not think twice to punch him and break a bone or two of his face. Thank, God, he got the message that I’m trying to send him back there.Taking a deep breath, I release him.“I was not gratified with what you did back there. She could’ve had suspected what was that all about.” I release an exasperating sigh.“So, that’s her, huh?” He cocks his brow and curves his lips into an infuriating smirk. His words give a painful lurch in my stomach.“Don’t, Xandry,” I warn him.