Wild Bastard

34

Matt

I break my cigarette in half as I stare into the green eyes that have been etched into my memory for the past twenty-four hours. Reenah is wearing a short dress with a deep neckline that's about to make her tits pop out. High heels, like the first night at the track, make her look taller and her legs longer. I'm instantly boiling. Fucking dressed up. Clearly hasn't missed me these days.

Reenah is scratching me with her shards of abyss.

"Reenah," Red voices first, "Hi, baby!"

"You two know each other? " Her blonde friend opens her eyes in surprise and pokes Reenah with her elbow.

"Introduce us?"

The savage blinks and moves her eyes to Alex.

"Yes, this is Alex, and this is Vikky, my childhood friend"

" Aren't you going to introduce me?"

I lean my head to the side, drawing everyone's attention to me.

She deeply breathes in. Her chest rises high. Reenah looks annoyed. She doesn't seem too keen on it, and I want to rip the bitch apart.

"Can't you do it yourself? No tongue?"

"You of all people should know the abilities of my tongue" I lower my eyes to her crotch and arch an eyebrow.

Her narrow pupils fill with flame, while the savage shrugs indifferently.

"Apparently, they're not that outstanding, since I forgot"

"Need I remind you?"

"Take that joy away from me!"

The people around the table are cautiously silent, and only Red bursts up sharply, comes up to Reenah and, hugging her by the waist, sits at his side.

Right in front of my eyes is a neckline, through the thin fabric, showing strained nipples. Fuck!

"Wanna have a drink? We've got whiskey, cocktail girls"

Alex hands them the syrupy stuff. Reenah wraps her lips around the straw, which makes me want to rip it out of her mouth. She stubbornly doesn't look in my direction. She smiles, chatting with Ginger about something.

Alina falls down beside me and presses her lips into my ear.

"How do you know her?"

" What do you care?"

The bitch is faking a smile.

"I don't. I just thought she was your ex-girlfriend."

"I have a lot of exes. Everyone who's had a one-night stand with me is an ex"

I say loud enough for Reenah to hear, and I can tell by the way she barely flinches that my message has reached its destination.

Alina puts her head on my shoulder. I slowly twist a lock of her hair around my finger. The redhead had brought two chicks from somewhere, though there was absolutely no need for that. I'm sick of whores. Their accessibility, their cheapness. I should be sick of Reenah too, but I'm not. This sexual crap causes a powerful internal collapse.

A few minutes later, some dickhead rolls up to our table.

"I've been looking for you," He sits down next to Reenah and, risking his own limb, puts his hand on her waist. Holy shit. What kind of suicide bomber is that?

Mistake number one. My composure cracks pathetically under the weight of the crumbling walls.

I freeze, watching the savage's reaction. Instead of removing the claw, she turns her head and smiles sweetly at the asshole. Mistake number two.