Night Stalker Series Book 1
R-18 (SPG) Highest rank #9 in chicklit
PYKE HUGHES is in every woman's fantasy. A single, attractive, club owner, and knows his way in bed. But he's a type of guy who will leave without looking back after an unforgettable...
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For the umpteenth times, I chuckle and shake my head in disbelief to what had happened earlier. What she did to me almost piss me off, but for some reason, I can't.
I've been sitting in my office where I just pressed that Brittany girl against the door. I gently rub my swollen and warm left cheek. Cringing, I press the cold bottled water on my affected face.
I'm more of a one-night stand kind of guy. I've never slept with the same woman twice. I make sure she knows that it's only a one-time thing before I fuck her. I love sex, but I also love my life, and I don't want a complicated relationship to complicate my life.
My mind goes back to that brunette. She's hot as fuck, but she's also furious as hell, and I don't even know why she's so pissed at me.
I pull up my boxers after taking off the used condom and throws it to the bin.
"Thanks for tonight, lover boy!" the girl purrs seductively, biting her bottom lip. She's attractive, but she's just my flavor for tonight.
"You're welcome, babe. Close the door after you," I say casually.
"We can do it again some other time, you know," she suggests, zipping her dress up.
"You know me already, Brandy. I don't do that kind of thing."
She shoots me a glare, face flushes with anger. She harshly grabs her purse on top of my desk. "You're a dick!"
"My name is Gisele, by the way!" She walks to the door, then slams it behind her.
This is what I don't like. Sometimes girls get clingy. Blowing a breath through my nose, I wash my face and run my hands through my hair in frustrations.
Why do women like things get complicated?
I get out of my office and abruptly stop to see a brunette looks so pissed.
"Did you enjoy the show? You could've joined us. That would be an awesome-threesome." Okay, that's way out of line.
Her dark brown eyes glint like an obsidian stone pierces with a fire of hatred, but there's a hint of surprise when our gazes meet. She swallows hard as her face turns red.
Why is she angry at me?
"You're such an asshole! You just made that woman cry. Are you always like this? Just wanted sex then throw them out like trash once you're done?"
She wears a fuck-me-high heel that adds a few inches to her maybe five feet and four inches tall. She has a straight and small nose that's now flaring with fury. Her red-painted lips are press into a thin line.
Fuck me if she doesn't have gorgeous tits. Her dress fits perfectly like it's only made for her. The V cut of her dress shows more of her juicy cleavage. What can I say? I'm a boob man.
