I blinked several times, willing myself to stand up, but I slumped back down in my chair, feeling tears pool in my eyes.
Every memory coming back to haunt me like a form of motherfucking torture.
Just like I knew it would.
I needed it to stop.
I wanted to scream.
To scream until my throat went dry. To scream until my voice-box collapsed on me, and my lungs wouldn't allow me to scream anymore.
I saw a woman on the other side of the bar lock her eyes with mine. She had jet black hair, big blue eyes, a pointed nose, creamy skin, plump, juicy pink lips that would look good wrapped around my fucking cock. Big thighs, big tits, a big ass. Thick and busty, just how I liked my women.
Maybe fucking would be my only solution right now.
Fucking and forgetting.
She walked over to me, in those tall skyscraper fuck-me high-heels, and she was wearing a tiny outfit, leaving little to the imagination. Just thinking about her in her lacy bra and knickers, wearing just her high-heels...
Was enough to push me over the fucking edge.
"Hey," she smiled, pouting, playing around with her hair with her finger.
"Hey," I replied bluntly, looking at her up and down with a predatory regard. My eyes darkening with desire the more I drunk in her big frame, her beautiful fucking face.
"You on your own, too?" she asked, biting her lip.
"What does it look like?" I sneered, folding my arms.
"Want me to keep you company?"
"Look darling, I don't do small talk," I snarled. "We both know full well you only came over here for one thing. So how about you quit the angel act and cut to the fucking chase?"
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Beauty and the Beast: A Dark Arranged Marriage Mafia Romance
RomanceThey say if you keep dancing with the devil you'll get burned. I'd been destined for hell my whole damn life. Living a life of sin, hurting so many people who didn't deserve to be hurt. Except she was the opposite of me. She was like an angel. Who w...
