Peter Goodman has never been in love. He disregards other's emotions including his own. He lives his life being a wingman, with no attachments and meaningless sex. It's a tiring life, until one day he decides that maybe instead of sleeping with the...
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"How about that one in the little red dress? Her face is a seven, but that tight little body is a ten," Benjamin offered, then pointed to a redhead. Her hair was slicked back, and her dress was a lowcut, perfect view.
For Benny.
"Nah, she's too short. I like my woman tall." I shrugged, taking another shot. Tonight was my night, and it was finally Benny's turn to be the wingman. I knew he was trying to manipulate me into choosing a girl with a decent-looking friend for himself. He's a pig. On the other hand, I wanted revenge for what I had gone through last week.
I still couldn't forget.
"What about her, the one with the big hair." I turned to the girl and checked her out. She was alright, but so was her friend. I need an ugly betty.
"Not my type."
"For fuck's sake, man! It's almost midnight, and I was hoping to get laid. Just choose a bunny and get on with it." Benny exclaimed, slapping his palm on the counter. The bastard was horny.
My eyes scanned the dance floor, searching for anyone that caught my interest. I was checking out a brunette when Benny cursed.
"Pete, I need a favor." He whispered, leaning into me. I followed his stare and rolled my eyes at the girl he was checking out. Unlike what he was used to, the girl wore jeans and a tight T-shirt, and she looked out of place, lost even.
"No way, Benny. Tonight is my night." I haven't gotten a good lay in weeks, and there was no way I'd give up my turn. Plus, the idiot owed me big time.
"Pete, she's so fucking fine! Look, I'll owe you one." Benny wouldn't look away from the girl as he spoke to me. In all honesty, I'd never seen him have it this bad. I further examined the girl and raised my eyebrows. She was the definition of sexy.
"Be my wingman for the next two weeks, and we have a deal." I thought he would try to argue with my request; nonetheless, he agreed.
Within minutes he had found an excuse to talk to her, and I found myself listening in on their conversation. Her voice was soft with a hint of an accent.
