Promise Me You'd Stay

Promise Me You'd Stay

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"Babydoll, if you said what you told him to me, we'd be on a trip to Vegas and I'd rock your world!" He raised his eyebrows suggestively, breaking into a subtle dance move. Chuckling, I shook my head in embarrassment. The nerve of this dude and we've only met for 10 minutes! We talked about basically everything and I felt as if a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. It was definitely nice and if I'm not being crazy, I'd actually do this again. He seems like a decent guy. "Oh crap! It's almost 11pm. I have to go!"I scrambled hurriedly, grabbing my clutch. He slid down to the isle of the cafe and held out his hand, "So, your place, or mine," Jacques said out cheekily. I raised my brows in questioningly. The way he looked at me confirmed my suspicion. He was just looking for an easy screw... "Are you being serious?" I was beginning to get livid. What? He just thinks that I'll soften up and slip into his bed after I split everything to him? He thinks I'm that easy? "Babe, we all know what happens next." Wow, this guy was really asking for it. I stood up slowly, smiled at him seductively. Grabbing his wrist, I pulled him towards me. I ignored the tingles that ran up my spine when he placed his hands on my waist. I stared into his eyes, intensely and leaned forward. At that moment, I knew he fell right into my trap. Steadily, I grabbed my cup of piping hot espresso. SPLASH. I dumped my whole cup on his head. He pulled away from me and screamed in pain. "What the hell!" I smiled sweetly and kicked him where the sun don't shine. Not satisfied, I stepped on his feet with my 6-inch stilettos. Jacques yelled in extreme pain and groaned loudly. Once I was done with the damage, I left the cafe. But, definitely, not before strutting away, with a little sway of the hips.
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"Like I said... you want me." I stepped towards the door and looked back. I'll be leaving now, you know staying the hell away from you like you "wanted" ". I turned around and looked at him. He stalked towards me angrily. I placed my hand on his hard muscular chest. "Try to forget me now." I smirked deciding to mess him up further. "I'm soaking wet, and you made that happen." I trailed my hand down his chest and reached into my short and touch my soaking p***y and pulled it out. I waved my finger in front of his face showing his the evidence. He grabbed my hand, stopping my movement. He looked me dead in eyes and stuck my finger in his mouth; he closed his eyes sucking my finger clean. He slowly took my finger out, his jaw clinching. And what he said, hit me right to my aching core. "You taste so fucking good. I could eat you all day and never get enough. Let me..fuck! So fucking delicious! I need more!" He dropped to his knees in front of me. Well shit just got real.

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