Free fuck

Irene’s POV

“I don’t think you care about who’s calling me. Don’t you want a free fuck?” I blurted even before I thought about it, and his eyes flew back to me.

I hadn’t noticed because I was wasted and horny, but this stranger’s eyes seemed to stare deep into my soul anytime he looked at me.

Carefully tangling his fingers in my hair, he gripped a fistful, pulling my head back, and I breathed sharply.

“I’m honored, princess, that you’re offering. But take care of your business first.” He said in finality, and my heart dropped as he released me.

Fuck him! I wanted to scream into his ears that I wasn’t offering him. I wanted him to take it. By force.

But instead I walked to the corner of the room and took my phone out, only to fix my eyes on the screen, stunned.

Mom. 10 missed calls

Dad. 5 missed calls.

A total of 15 missed calls.

Well, is the world coming to an end?

My grip tightened around my phone a bit as I found no missed calls from Neil.

He didn’t even call back to apologize, saying he didn’t mean to do that to me.

Brushing the thought aside, I clicked on Mom’s caller ID, and she picked up on the first ring.

“Hey pumpkin, what happened to your phone? I’ve been so worried.” She said.

Rolling my eyes, I glanced across the room to find the stranger, but he was gone.

Maybe he went into the bathroom.

“Nothing happened, Mom. I’m just out. Why?”

“I heard you broke up with Neil. Are you okay?”

Practically, he broke up with me when I caught him hooking up with my best friend.

‘I’m just not feeling us anymore and I think we should end it.’ The prick took the words right out of my mouth.

But who told her? Neil wouldn’t for the life of him break that news himself because he knew how much my parents didn’t approve of us.

Did Mia do it?

“Yeah. Never felt so good. And in case you and Dad are planning on throwing a party to celebrate my breakup…”

I paused, hating the crack in my voice.

“Don't add bourbon because I might just join in.” My tone was sarcastic, but my heart tore into shreds at the fact that they were right all along.

Neil was a slacker. I should have known when he couldn’t even get me flowers on any of my birthdays.

“It’s okay to sulk, and I’ll give you all the time you need.” She said, and I shook my head, not buying into it even a single bit.

Because I knew Mom never saw me in years of being her daughter.

How someone could love and pamper you but still never see you.

“The good news is, the Russos are back in town, and Damian came along with them. Isn’t that exciting?”

My brows fold as I think hard about those names and how they’re related to the good news mom was sharing.

Russo? Damian?

“Uhh… who are they?” I asked.

“You were supposed to go on a blind date with Damian before you met Neil. Don’t you remember?” Mom asked.

Aha! Mom had tried to matchmake me with this Italian-American dude three years ago when I came out with the news that I was dating the love of my life, Neil.

Now, see where that’s got me.

I looked around the room again, still no signs of the stranger, and panic struck me.

Shit, my call was taking longer than he expected, I guess.

He wouldn’t bail out on me, would he?

“Seeing that your good news doesn’t relate to me one bit, I’ll talk to you later, Mom. Bye.”

I hang up before she says anything more.

“Hey.” I called, slowly walking towards the bathroom.

My steps echoed, being the only audible sound as my eyes searched the room.

Getting to the door, I cleared my throat a few times, feeling weird about knocking.

Having no choice but to, I knocked twice, but there was no answer, not even a single word.

I could go in and check.

What if he was naked? The thought made my middle clench and unclench.

Fuck, even if I was close enough to seeing all of him a few minutes ago, it just felt strange to barge in on him.

Invasion of privacy, much?

Deciding within myself that I was no saint, I quietly pushed the door open, but it was empty.

I froze up for a moment, shock rippling through my bones.

But how? I didn’t even see him go through the front door.

Or I could check the corners.

Slapping my forehead to snap out of my silly idea, I realized he was a full-grown man and wouldn’t be hiding.

I scanned the room to find his jacket and every property of his gone.

Did he just bail out ON ME?!

My cheeks flushed in solid embarrassment as I pulled my dress down.

He had the guts to leave after he’d almost stripped me naked.

And I also indulged the bastard by walking around with my dress up like a fucking slut.

I thought about going downstairs to ask about him from the bar guy.

Have some dignity, Rene, and go home, a small voice in my head warned.

Hurrying out of the room, my eyes caught a note stuck to the door; something was written on it, and I got it off.

*THANKS FOR THE OFFER, BABY. I STILL LOOK FORWARD TO THE FREE FUCK, SOME OTHER TIME* The note read, a phone number under it.

He put his phone number. He really did.

Pursing my lips, my fist balled up as I read the note over and over again.

Asshole. Fucking asshole.

Crumpling the note in my palm, I marched out of the room, a nasty feeling at the pit of my stomach.