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The Offer(16)
Author: Karina Halle

“You’re a bit rough,” she says with a breathy giggle.

Why does everything have to be so fucking funny?

“Only because you love it,” I tell her. She pretty much loves everything I do and I think it’s for more reasons than just what I can do in bed. Money speaks louder than a lot of things. “Stay put.”

I go and get a dishtowel from the kitchen and quickly wipe the cum off her back. I wonder what’s the easiest way to get rid of her. In hindsight I shouldn’t have even invited her over but I needed something to get my mind off of Nicola.

The thing is, when I give a girl my phone number, I expect her to call me. They always do. And I wasn’t even giving it her on the pretence of fucking her or anything like that. I genuinely can help her out. I want to. And she needs it. It’s rare that I have all three of those.

But it’s two in the afternoon and she hasn’t called. Wasn’t she curious? Isn’t she desperate?

Does she really hate me that much?

I can tell when women “hate” me. You know, as a precursor to getting naked, a fun way to make our interactions more exciting. And then there’s women who hate me, as in they wish I would die. I’ve gotten that impression from Nicola ever since I first met her at a bar early last year, right after I moved here. At the time I would have just blamed it on her being an uptight snob, but she was so nice to everyone else and so snide with me, that I couldn’t help but take it personally. And, of course, be challenged by it.

It’s bothered me ever since. I saw her twice more after that and it was the same. The cold nod, the death glare, like I had wronged her in a past life. When I saw her at my brother’s wedding, I thought maybe she’d come around. I kissed her when I shouldn’t have, but I just had to see. And for a split second I thought maybe I could win her over. I saw something in her eyes that was wild and free and I just wanted to let it loose like that damn tight-arse hairdo she had going on.

That didn’t happen. My dick got the better of me.

Now I think she really hates my guts. I’m pretty sure she saw me take that chick into the bushes and I’m pretty sure I pissed her off to a point she’ll never come back from.

Still, when I said last night that I could help her, I wasn’t just trying to make her like me, to make up for past misdoings. All right, maybe that last part a wee bit but really I’m coming from a good place.

But if she doesn’t call me, she won’t ever see that. Now I’ve got Astrid naked from the waist up and on the floor of my apartment, wiping the remains of my cum off of her and I don’t know how to get her out the door.

I zip up my pants and give her an exaggerated yawn. “You know what, I think I’m going to take a nap. I have a lot of work to do this evening.”

She gets to her feet, her tiny, perky breasts bobbing in front of me. For once she doesn’t look vapid, but annoyed. It’s a nice change. “So, you invite me over for this and now you’re throwing me out?”

“I’m not throwing you out,” I tell her as I grab her shirt and chuck it at her. “You may want to put that on, though.”

She scowls out me. “You’re a pig,” she says, quickly slipping it on through a huff of anger.

“More like a hog,” I correct her. “They tend to be bigger.”

“First you invite me out to a party and you end up spending it in the hospital.”

I frown at her. “Hey, no one asked for that to happen.”

“Well, it did,” she says, going for the door. “And I’ve had enough. Don’t call me.”

The door slams behind her.

No worries on the calling part. Most girls don’t last more than a week with me before they’ve also had enough. They may act all dumb and easy-going, but I know they all have their limit and I’m pretty good at dragging them to it every time. Some might call that a sad way to get through life, but when it’s just your life, you learn to accept it.

I pick up my phone off the counter and stare at it. No missed calls, no texts. I don’t even have her number, so I can’t call her.

I can call my brother, though. If he’s not out flying the chopper for the chartering company, that is.

He answers on the third ring, but the connection is a bit fuzzy.

“Aye, what do you want?” Linden shouts.

“Don’t tell me you’re in the air and answering your phone all willy nilly.”

“Just about to take off. What’s up?”

I clear my throat, wondering how to phrase this without him getting the wrong idea. “How is the girl? The wee one?”

“Like the child, Ava?” he asks, his voice rising above the rotors I can hear starting. “She’s okay. Diabetes they said, like some kind of shock. You were there.”

“I know I was there. I mean, how is she now? And how is her mum?”

“I guess she’s fine as she can be, I don’t know. I know Steph is at her place right now, helping out. She’s worried as hell. You know how she can dote on people.”

That I do know. Steph’s like the mother we never had. I don’t tell Linden that or he’ll balk at the Freudian implications.

“Do you have her phone number?”

“Nicola’s?” he asks. “Not on my phone. I have her Facebook. Why?”

“No matter,” I say, then pause. “Tell me something about her.”

“What, why? Wait. No, Bram. No,” he commands, like I’m some rangy pooch.

   
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