"Why do I always have to be the one to come get the milk?" I grumbled as I carried the grocerie's bag filled with two gallons of milk and some other junk I craved on my way out to the cashier woman.
The parking lot was nearly empty. Around six cars stood still on their respective places. No one was around. The night was cold.
Damn. It looked like a scene from a horror movie. Soon someone would come running at me with knife in hand trying to cut me open for no good reason. No good reason for me but the psycho trying to gut me, I'll probably had committed so many heartless crimes in his or her head that I deserved the painful and slow death.
Maybe thinking about being murdered wasn't the best thing at the moment.
I hurried over to my car. Why had I left it so far away? It was nearly obscured by the lingering shadow of a tree and bushes on the side. Oh right! Because when I'd arrived the parking lot was full. Can't blame me for taking my time.
If Jenny wanted her milk, she'll have to wait patiently for it. Then perhaps if I delayed myself long enough she'll stop sending me for random things in the middle of the night by tearing up on me. The girl could make you feel guilty in a matter of seconds. She didn't even need a reason, all she had to do was tear up a bit, pout, sniffle and cry in a low shy and hurt voice to have you doing as she pleased.
Sometimes I hated her for it.
The thought stopped me.
Of course I don't hate Jenny. I'm simply mad that she always gets her way. And that I always let her.
We've been best friends since I have memory. I just couldn't remember the time when she wasn't there. She's always been the sexy, sultry, seductive, hot and all the similar you could come with. It mean she always got the boys she wanted, the attention she liked. Oh she loved the attention.
Even now, both at our twenties, she still had every man she wanted. I'm not even exaggerating. She'd ended with a couple of my boyfriends. Yeah, it was a pretty hurtful thing to do but I couldn't bring myself to kick her out of my apartment. We've been living together for three years. We only had each other.
I sighed as I finally reached my car.
What's wrong with me all of a sudden? I know how Jenny is. I don't mind it. Much.
She's my best friend. And if my ex-boyfriends had really loved me or cared enough for me, they wouldn't have slept with her or tried to.
Sometimes it felt like they dated me to get to her.
"Shit!" I winced as the plastic bag holding the milk ripped.
"Let me help you."
"Sweet mother of-" I couldn't finish the sentence as my heart threatened to come out from my throat. Jesus.
"I didn't mean to scare you. I-" the man held the gallons in his hands while the rest laid piled on the cement. "Darcy?"
"Yes..." I frowned trying to place a name to his face. A very gorgeous face at that.
No, I'm lying. He wasn't beautiful or gorgeous. He looked dangerous. Sexily dangerous. His nose seemed to be slightly to the left, probably broke it on a bar fight or the sort. Those grin eyes could murder you. That smirk on his mouth made you swallow, hurting your dry throat. The brown hair seemed to be one's of a pirates.
How can this man know me?
"Do I know you?" I managed as I kept staring at him in wonder.
He had to be at least 6'1. At least. Broad shoulders under the plaid dark blue shirt. Tight black jeans with a matching jacket over the already mentioned tight blue shirt hugging his body.
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Moments (One-Shots)
RandomA series of short (mostly) erotic stories, contained in a single chapter each. [DISCLAIMER: These were written in 2019. I'm uploading them as they were before I deleted them in 2020]
