A Little Bit of Sugar

Chapter 10: Thursday - Hunter

I was so fucking pissed when I saw her waltz into the pub that was known for a bad reputation with what looked like to be her friend.

And she was wearing a fucking red dress that did little to hide her legs or her hot figure.

I was so mad, I almost got out of my seat from across the room, yanked her off her chair, and dragged her back to my house just so the men around us would stop ogling her. But then I realized, I had no right.

Molly was just someone I kissed and had no hold on.

So I gritted my teeth and bared it. Getting my tattoos that snake around my arm, down my back, and across my chest hurt like a bitch but seeing all these sleezy men buying her and her friends drinks and I couldn't do anything about it? Fucking excruciating.

I had to ball my fists, nails digging deep into the palms of my hands from screaming out in rage, acting like the wild caveman Molly made me when she was around. I lost control of everything when she was near me. I couldn't help it.

"We'll find better men!" Molly cheered, raising her arms up in the air. She clearly had too much to drink, her face rosy, and a cute drunk smile on her lips. Even in the darkness, I saw her eyes glow. She herself was glowing. It then sunk into me what she had just said.

We. As in not just her friend but also her.

Like hell she would. As long as I'm still alive and breathing, I was preparing to be the greedy bastard I was and prevent anyone from touching what was mine. I shook my head again, hoping to push off the possessiveness inside me though it didn't help in any way.

"Hey, sugar." A woman with tits the size of melons walked up to me. I've seen her before and every time I do, she always tries to lay one on me. I was the only one in the whole pub that hadn't been inside her and I wanted to keep it that way. "What brings you hear tonight?" She purred, resting a hand on my neck that sent me shivering from fear instead of excitement.

I caught Molly squinting at me just then. Could she see me? I decided that if she was going to have to a night of fun, I deserved to at least play the game as well.

"Just grabbing a drink, Shelly." I sipped on my whiskey, frowning when I realized I barely had a drop left. I must have been drinking it without thought ever since Molly came into the bar.

"I'm feeling a bit lonely tonight, mind I join you?" Shelly pouted, throwing her clutch onto the table. She was already leaning into me, her liquored nails scraping at my arms. I held back a shiver. I was an asshole but I don't mean to destroy a woman's ego. I respected them no matter what.

"It's a free world." I shrugged, letting her grip on me fall.

The night continued on like this. Shelly would try to engage a conversation with me and I would give half assed answers while my eyes remained focused on Molly. A couple of brave souls had strutted their way to the girls but they had been shot down by them. Good girls, I thought, half smiling to myself.

My pulse quickened when another set of fuck boys sauntered up to them an hour later. They were new here. Dressed in pristine suits and nice leather shoes, I knew they had fat wallets that made lots of girls I knew whimper. Molly's friend was the first to get off the stool. She giggled as she joined them in their booth while Molly stumbled towards the washroom, waving them off, and telling them to talk first as she used walked towards my direction.

I kept my head lowered in case she saw me. The other male who was clearly waiting for Molly sat eagerly on the edge of his seat, looking towards the direction of the washroom to see if she had come out yet. Gripping my crystal glass tightly, I focused on my breathing.