"Ohhhhhh mmm babe. Fuck it you're so damn good Dylan! Don't stop."
Dylan did just the opposite. Stopped momentarily. Shit. He forgot her name. What was it again?? Katie? Khaye? Kandice?
"Aw. Why stop honey? Something the matter??" the girl purred, masking her annoyance because their hot steamy episode was cut short. The girl got up and grabbed a cigarette.
"Sorry babe. I just remembered something," Dylan answered dully, standing up and massaging his temples. He wasn't himself lately. He was thinking of retiring the "love game." It was not working. For him anyway. As much as he'd want to forget the only girl who can arouse him, he wasn't helping himself either. KC. God where are you??!
Dylan Mitchell prided himself to find missing people. Hell a lot of his friends went to him when they were looking for someone. And yet, ironically he couldn't find any traces of the girl he used to know. Karissa Cassiopeia Davidson where the hell on earth are you?? Their parting ways last eight years ago didn't went well. He was so damn hurt! Why does she build him up only to tear him down anyway??
"Dylan.... Babe come back to bed," the girl invited seductively after finishing her cigarette.
He shook his head and grabbed his pants. "Sorry Katie. I just remembered I needed to do something important."
The girl gave a grimace of pain and longing as she took his naked back one long look. She jumped down from the bed and got dressed in haste. "Dylan! You asshole! I am not coming back here again!"
He shrugged, unaffected. "Can't blame you there," he muttered.
The girl was at the door when she yelled. "And it's Carrie. Not Katie." Then the door slammed shut.
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One MONTH Nightstand
ChickLitDylan Taylor Mitchell was crushed when he learned that KC Davidson had just taken him for granted just because she was bored and pitied him. Now eight years after Dylan was back with a vengeance and it's about time to collect that sweet "punishment"...
