Perfect Player
As true as it might be, and as much as the last week had been hell with all the desire, memories, and dreams, there was no way he could know, so it was safe to continue pretending.
"You can keep deluding yourself."
"And you can keep pretending."
"No one likes arrogant assholes."
"Are you sure? If I recall correctly, it was you who knocked on this arrogant asshole's door," he said, making me glare at him, feeling my anger rise.
"You're just an idiot who thinks having a big dick gives you the right to act like a self-absorbed jerk." He leaned back in his seat, and his lips curled to one side, with a wicked smile.