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Prologue

"Oooh please Taylor.
Go faster !!
Harder please !!!"

Her moans sound like they have been rehearsed for a porn shooting but at the moment, I couldn't care less. I'm after a quick fuck and then I'm out.
Regardless, I do as she wishes and thrust hard into her, quickening my movements with my hands gripping tightly at her hips bringing them to crash with my own.

I'm so close. I can feel my orgasm nearing and hers too. Her walls are tightening around my cock as evidence of this, and her juices are leaking down onto the sheets.
I throw my head back and go even faster and harder and she comes first. At the throes of her climax, she screams the one thing I don't like hearing from anyone, especially girls.

"I LOVE YOU TAYLOR !!"

And that does it for me.
Nope.
Not in the way you think.
I don't come.
My mood just plummets immediately and my once hard cock softens.
I pull out from her and tuck my dearly beloved back into my briefs after removing the condom and discarding it.

I straighten out my clothes and search for my shoes. Theresa sits there on the bed, with her 'just-fucked' blonde hair, a cream sheet pooled at her waist, leaving her small tits exposed.

Once I find my shoes, I sit on the edge of the bed and put them on after pulling on my socks. As I'm tying the last shoelace, I feel hands wrap around my waist, one of them moving lower to my beloved. I don't know why I allow her to place her hand over my denim covered cock in the first place but as if her touch is scorching, I remove her hand from me rather roughly and stand, grabbing my phone and headphones from the floor.

"W-what did I d-do wrong Taylor ?"
She asks between sobs.

Fuck. She's crying.
Ooh well, not my problem.

"You did nothing wrong sweetheart. I just remembered I have pressing matters to attend to."

"B-but, you were supposed t-to s-stay the night." She says as she wipes her cheeks of the rogue tears she's failing to keep in check.

"Sorry."

I have to get rid of her or she'll keep coming back and asking for more.
I don't do more.

I do one of the most insulting things anyone can do to a woman. I take out my wallet from the back pocket of my jeans and pull out a few hundred dollar bills. I don't bother checking how much it is. I simply don't care.

I throw them on the bed and make my way to the door after muttering a 'thanks.'

"I DON'T WANT YOUR FUCKING MONEY !!! ARE YOU INSANE ???"

"No. I'm pretty much as sane as anyone out there."

"I just told you I love you and all you do is pay me and say thank you ?? I'm not a damn prostitute !!"

She's shouting.
I don't like it when people shout.
It brings up very bad memories and makes me angry, resulting in my face heating up; which it is right now.

"I don't give two fucks about your feelings for me Theresa. I told you when all this started that I was in it for nothing else but the sex. Strictly no feelings. You failed our agreement so I'll just have to move on. As for the money, keep it. Get yourself a full body wax. You need it."

Her eyes widen to saucers and her mouth opens but nothing comes out.
She blinks a few times and I want to hear what she has to say next but I have better things to do. I continue my path to the door and open it to leave. Once I'm out, I pop my head back in just to console her a little.
I mean, I'm not that heartless.

"You were a very good fuck Theresa."

I manage to close the door in time before the lamp she had suddenly grabbed destroyed my pretty face.
I smile at myself as I walk through her apartment and exit, taking the stairs to the ground floor.
I'm on the 5 floor, but I don't take elevators. Ever. Too many bad memories.

You might be wondering how many bad memories I have. Plenty is all I can tell you, some so scary they can make a grown man shit his pants.
Okay maybe that was a tad-bit exaggerated but yeah, they're that bad.

I leave the apartment complex and walk the small distance to the bus stop. I love bus rides, more than I do rides in my own Jeep.

I don't wait long before the bus stops in front of me. I stand by the doors as they open and simultaneously my hands open along with the doors.

Curse my quick reflexes.
When I saw this dark haired girl nearly crashing to the ground, my hands automatically opened up to grab her by her waist.

Normally I would have stepped aside and watched her fall, but the distance between us was too little. She would have taken me down with her.

Holding her feels surprisingly good.
And touching her feels better.
Her skin is soft against my rough hands, her crop top allowing me the experience of touching softest skin I've ever laid my hands on. Even cousin Jerome didn't have skin this soft when he was a baby. My baby cousin is 5 now, so don't worry, I'm not talking about some grown ass man.

Lifting her slightly, I help her stand independently before looking at her.

Woah.

I blush when she giggles and I realise I've said that out loud.

I blushed !!?
I JUST FUCKING BLUSHED !!

Something must be wrong with me.
Maybe it's the sexual frustration I'm going through at the moment.
I don't blush; I never blush. But I can feel how heated my cheeks are, along with the tip of my ears.

I look down for half a second before looking back at her.
Fuck, this girl is gorgeous.

No.
Beautiful.
No.
Pretty.

Fucking hell.
I can't even find a word to describe how... I'll just take beautiful... how beautiful she is.

I'm mesmerised by her eyes the most.
Violet in colour.
And perfect is the one word suitable enough to describe their beauty.

I feel something tug deep in my belly, a foreign emotion washing over me.

And I don't like this feeling.
Not one bit.