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Chapter 1
Talon
"Harder…harder…" sheinto my ass Her eyes close and her mouth falls open as I pump into her harder She has soof Skittles
"Oh, o harder or deeper, even with my notorious eleven inches I've maxed out my level of hardness and depth
"Faster…" she pants just as I pull out and roll away fro it carelessly onto the faded carpet
"What the hell? Why did you stop?" She bolts up to glare at me "I wasn't done"
Yawning, I cross my arms under et past her face now I just can't fuck Skittle-face
"You didn't even get off"
I don't bother to open hter? No It was as deep and hard as it was gonna get And then your face happened Sorry"
I do open an eye when I hear her ru around the cheap motel room for her clothes "You're an asshole! It's just dirty talk I didn't actually mean it"
Great, a rainbow-faced, lying groupie Just what I wanted Not She looked e Now…not so much
"It doesn't work forcasually
She yanks her clothes on in a huff, grabs her bag and high-heeled leather boots, but she doesn't bother to put them on as she storms toward the door barefoot
"Hey…" I say, stopping her "Do you wanna grab a bite to eat, maybe?"
"Seriously? No I ca cock star you are! Loser!" She sla above the bed tilts Da it would fall off the wall and land onme out of my misery
No such luck
Rolling over, I close er to sleep off the dull ache inafter the concert earlier However, the bed sainst my skin Soyptian cotton sheets I'uy who appreciates the finer things money can buy
Since I won't be getting any sleep in this durabat the irony of it all When I was younger, I believed if I ever reached fa in shit But here I a that really makes me happy is clean, soft sheets that smell like lavender And to top it off,of Cockstar on socialskills were more notable than my dick skills
Pitiful
Chapter 2
Asia
As soon as he walks into the café, I know it's hieous smile My heart skips a beat as he scans the rooive hi area and takes the seat across from me
"Asia?" he asks
"That's oddess that I don't look as nervous as I feel He's even better looking in person than in his photo He's actually alue
"Have you been waiting long?"
"No" I shake my head "About ten minutes, that's all"
I purposely ca to hi up late annoys him He's a model and personal trainer, so tardiness throws off his busy schedule
His bright blue eyes focus on —for an uncomfortable amount of time
"The waitress should be right over," I say, breaking the silence "I told her I aiting for so"
He glances around the room uneasily then leans across the sonna cut to the chase here You see I'm sorry"
The pang in my stomach is instant, and not at all unfamiliar, but I force the smile to remain on my face "Excuse me?"
"I really hate this I' you to be a littlechoice of words" Put together? What does that hts, he continues, "More fashionable…trendy I'm a model, you know I'm not shallow, but, yeah…looks are important to me You knohat I mean?"
Studying hi, with such beautiful eyes and a friendly s an asshole Mean people should look ht to be this hot and be such a jerk
"You're cute, though," he adds, as if that lessens the blow "Just not my type I'm sorry"
Grabbing h, I stand and push et away "Really, it's okay These things happen I' time to meet me, anyway"
I walk out of the sdown my cheeks
Stupid Stupid Stupid
What was I thinking, joining a free online dating site, anyway? And did I seriously think awho lives in a beautiful tenth-floor apart to be interested in me? I don't even have a car
Pulling a tissue out of my purse, I wipe my eyes as I embark on the five-mile walk back to my tiny one-bedroo in pain, the new shoes I bought just for this date and starvedinto ether
Those words will never leave my brain I may as well just tattoo them across my forehead
The sad thing is, we hit it off great in our emails, chats, and two short phone calls I really liked hiht he liked uys who replied tobe the one…or would at least lead to souys probably would have turned into psychos or shallow jerks, too, as that seems to be the pattern for me lately
It's nine thirty by the time I climb the dilapidated stairs to hborhoods I'et hoone well, because there is no way I would have let his didn't work out or I would have been walking ho with God knohat kind of freaks hanging out in the dark corners of hborhood
Once inside, I can't getfeet that now have icky, painful blisters
Dammit
My reflection in the full-length mirror in the hallway outsideto see what he saw What everyone sees…or doesn't see
What's wrong with me?
I' outmy hips aren't name-brand, but they fit me perfectly, held up by a woven, brown leather belt with a haed blouse with the colored paint splatters is one of my favorites Aside fro myself Boho is how my style would be described—a mix of hippie and bohemian that's comfy but pretty cool, earthy, and timeless Apparently, the model didn't approve
Not put together
Hours ofthe blouse to get the splatters faded just right Hours of asse what little money I could save