Gloves And Us ✔

M A I N C H A R A C T E R

before reading, I'll take a min of yours. The author of the book 'Hellhound's mate' is so fucking rude. she can't take criticism at all. when i told her about the words 'r*tard' she schooled me saying i could just abandon her book and that i was a snowflake. y'all better choose books with good authors. we don't want another J.K rowling case. I'm boldly gonna write the name in the cs. i thought maybe she was just defensive coz of something but NO. she just knows how to block people who are giving constructive criticism over the words she uses blatantly saying 'my religion says no. call me homophobic idc.' bla bla. So damn bad man. SO DAMN BAD.

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"You are lying" her face remained the same. The smile taunting me. "Right?" she shook her head. "Absolutely not" and I groaned. Oh my- Don't cuss. I am so ready to cuss loudly but I can't, I won't.

"Why? Why would you do that? Are you insane, Rida? That's so embarrassing," I groaned, covering my face with my hands and yelled.

"Oh suck it up, fucker. We are going to a strip club. I know you got your man, but damn if this won't be fun," she said, getting out of the car, coming towards my side. "Get out, overthinking bitch" she opened the door, and I stubbornly sat in. This was sooo bad. I know it. It's not good.

And next second she pulled me out harshly and slammed the door shut. "You are going in with me. And actually going to enjoy it. You aren't spoiling this for yourself." She said, holding my shoulders and smiled. "Let's go. I promise if you feel uncomfortable even a little bit, we will leave. I swear it on my life and I won't leave your side." we both stalked inside the club and woof!

The lightings, the music and the wildness was crazy. There were girls in lingerie in the front and the guys giving the show on the stage in bathrobes. That was soo hot.

"Let's go there" she took me in the corner booth and we sat there. "Alcohol?" She asked.

"I don't drink," I said embarrassingly. A lot of people made fun of me for that. I mean it was my choice and there was no rule that one must drink. But Esmee's friend didn't understand this. They made fun of me and one of them spiked the drink I had, resulting in the event that took place that night. Even though she was Caro's sister, I wasn't comfortable in being in contact with her and her friends. And I was going to take a stand on that this time. No backing down.

"Oh, that's fine. They have some amazing non-alcoholic drinks here. I'll join you," she smiled and ordered all the non-alcoholic drinks for both of us.

"Hello" she smiled flirtingly at the guy server who was in his black shorts. His abs on display and a cutesy smile on his face. "Hello ma'am," he smiled back gently looking at both of us.

"Can we get the best non-alcoholic drinks?" Rida sat straight, her chest puffed out and one of her hand residing just on her neck, arching it. She looked bold and sexy. Her posture speaking volume.

"Sure ma'am. What else?" he asked.

"Are you on the menu?" she asked, and his eyes widened. He shook his head, looking at me for help?

"Too bad. I had thought of devouring you tonight" she took a noisy breath in and I looked at her, shocked. She was one of a kind.

He blushed. "Are you available now?" she leaned in, whispering lightly.

"I'll get your drinks. Anything else ma'am?" he directed his question to me. "No, thank you" he nodded and left once I replied politely.

He was soo flustered. Rida busted out laughing. "That guy was so flustered," she said, fanning her face. I love this girl.