Looking into his eyes, I can’t help myself. I have to know. “Have you ever thought about finding a woman to settle down with? Instead of a constant stream of one-night stands, youcould have one woman you sleep with consistently. Sometimes more than once a day, even.”
He sighs. “No, not really. I really like sex. And variety.”
“Well, if you stop sleeping with everything that moves, you might find a woman who likes it as much as you do. And she could give you things outside of the bedroom, too.”
“Like kitchen sex?”
Rolling my eyes, I stand up. “Yeah, sure.”
“I don’t think there’s a girl out there who can handle me for more than a night at a time.”
“I think if you put more effort into finding the right one, you could be a decent boyfriend. But that’s probably just my old-fashioned mindset. I like to think there’s someone out there who I can come home to every night.”
“To fuck?”
I laugh and bite my bottom lip. “That, too. But don’t you ever just want the little things that come with a relationship? You know, a date to every wedding. Someone to share responsibilities with. Maybe have kids one day. Make dinner together after work. Talk to about your day. Spend time with outside of the bedroom as well as in it. That type of thing.”
“I guess I haven’t found a woman who makes me want all of that yet.”
“Well, the minute you stop being the city’s biggest man-whore, you’ll probably have five girls fighting to fall into your lap.”
“That would defeat the purpose, wouldn’t it? I mean, then I’d have five. Maybe I could have one of those shows on TLC. But viewers might actually like me, unlike that Kody guy.”
Letting out a sigh, I just shake my head and turn away. “You would turn this into a polyamory situation. Goodnight, Decker.”
He just doesn’t get it, which is fine. To each their own.
But Mona’s dead wrong if she thinks I have a trope right here at home with me. Not a chance in hell. But there’s always tomorrow’s date to look forward to.
Maybe one I can actually tell her about.
Bully?
Standing outside a well-kept house, I can’t help but wonder what the hell I was thinking going to a stranger’s house. But it’s too late. I’ve already knocked and can’t leave now. My rideshare is gone.
I have no idea what to expect from the Bully trope, but I’m kind of just going down the list alphabetically in this category.
“Come in,” Thomas calls.
Stepping inside, I see a man wearing a leather jacket with a white tank top underneath and black jeans. He’s good looking, at least, if not a bit creepy. But it was either his place or mine, and I was not willing to risk letting him know where I live. Unless we hit it off.
Besides, if it goes badly, I don’t need Decker around to witness my humiliation.
The house itself is very nice. Beautifully decorated as though it was done professionally. It’s a place I could see myself living one day.
“Thomas. That’s my brother’s friend’s last name,” I say when he just stares at me from the stairs.
I’m not good at handling awkward silences, and I tend to try to fill them. It’s a flaw. And something that has been on every report card and yearly review since I was five.Struggles to stay quiet during silent times. Yep, I know.
“Shut up,” Thomas barks.
Surprised, I gape at him. “Excuse me?”
“Your hair color is stupid.”
I pull a chunk of hair in front of my face. It’s a pretty dark color. At least, I think so. I’ve never dyed my hair, and I’ve had plenty of people ask me where I get it done. “My hair color is stupid?”
“And you should lose five pounds.”
