More Than Lies (More Than #1)(22)

I look up to see the bitch I screwed last Saturday night outside of Level. What the fuck is this shit?

“Hey, you,” she coos. “You’re a hard man to track down.” The blonde with choppy short hair comes to stand in front me. I place my spoon down and stare at her. This shit is stalker fucking crazy. I knew that night I was making a mistake. I saw crazy in her eyes the moment our eyes met, yet still I decided to shove my dick into her cunt. I should have known this would come back to bite me in the ass. I’ve only made the mistake of fucking crazy one other time. That was high school. I can blame that shit on stupidity and a dick I didn’t know how to control. I got nothing now.

I catch Tara out of the corner of my eye. She is glaring daggers at the back of chick’s head. If I remember correctly, her name is Addison.

Tara has a jealous streak. That’s one of the reasons I’d never bring another girl home. It’s not like I’d want to anyway. Always fuck a bitch at their place or anyplace that isn’t your own. That’s my motto. Don’t bring them home, then there’s no reason for them to show up because they don’t know where you live.

“Can I help you?” I finally say. Mason and Matt both lean back into their seat, watching this scene play out. They know me well. They know I don’t want anything to do with a chick after I’ve screwed her. Even the women I fuck know this. I make it perfectly clear so this type of thing never happens.

I push my chair back and turn sideways to await her answer.

“I wanted to see you. We had a great time the other night and you forgot to give me your number, silly.” She smiles. It’s forced, but a hopeful smile.

“I didn’t forget a damn thing.” That’s harsh, I know, but she doesn’t need to misinterpret me this time. “Sweetheart, I fucked you. I fucked you outside of a nightclub at that. Now, I don’t fuck any pussy I don’t want to fuck, but understand this. I’ve never met a pussy I’d ever want to fuck twice.”

Her mouth drops. She’s silent for a time. Pretty certain I’ve shocked the little thing.

The sound of a door slamming enters one ear and goes out the other. I don’t think too hard on it. I have a female in front of me to deal with and to get out of my house. She has successfully ruined dinner. If I know Tara, she’s going to hold that against me for a few days.

“I . . . but we . . . what . . .” She can’t finish a sentence so I decide to help her out.

“Look, I’m not trying to be mean, honey, but I don’t even remember your name.” That’s a lie, but she doesn’t need to know that. Why give her hope? There is no hope what so ever here. “It was just sex. I made that perfectly clear. I don’t know where you got other ideas, but for me, sex is just sex.”

“But—”

I don’t give her a chance to plead her case. I mean, this is already starting to get ridiculous. I almost feel sorry for this girl.

“There are no ‘buts’. Now please get out of my house.”

Again, her jaw drops. I guess the chick isn’t used to being turned down. She isn’t bad looking. She’s attractive. I wouldn’t have screwed her if she weren’t.

“You’re a fucking asshole,” she huffs dramatically before she turns then walks away. Seconds later I hear the door slam.

“Can you believe that bitch?” I look from Mason to Matt and then back to Mason. Matt looks pissed. Mason has his eyebrows scrunched together. “What the fuck are you both staring at? I handled her the only way I could. So what if I was an ass. She is the psycho bitch that showed up here uninvited.”

“Dude.” Mason chimes, but continues to eye me without another word.

“What?” I demand.

Matt pushes his chair back and walks off.

Just like a pussy. Has something to say, but not the balls to say it.

How am I fucking friends with him?

“Well, what the fuck, man?” I ask Mason.

“It’s not how you acted with that chick. It’s what you said.” He sounds like I should know what he is talking about. I don’t. Obviously I don’t, or I wouldn’t be asking him.

“You’re going to need to explain better than that.”

“Tara.” I look around and she isn’t here. I recall the door slamming, but I don’t get why she would leave. She knows I get laid regularly. It’s not a secret. “Your comment about never meeting a girl you’d ever want to fuck twice.”

His words hit like a freight train.

Shit.

“Fuck.” I yell and throw my fist down onto the hard surface of the table.

“Yeah.” He pushes his own chair back.

I stand and reach into my pocket for my cell. “I didn’t mean it about her.”

Mason leaves the room without another word. It’s not needed. I know he suspects the way I feel about her, but he doesn’t understand why I won’t go down that road. I’ll never go down that road with her. Not because I don’t want to, but because I won’t hurt her. She isn’t, nor will she ever be, just another quick fuck.

I locate Tara’s name from my contacts and press the call button. Her number rings, then goes to voice mail. That tells me she doesn’t have it turned off. She just isn’t answering it.

I call her two more times. Still no answer by the third attempt and my anger flares. I leave her a message.