And that was the last time I ever walked away from a girl without saying goodbye.
The memory still haunts me. She was beautiful and I was too arrogant to even tell her that. Instead, I ran my mouth about Milton’s Milkshakes, and how I became a CEO before the age of twenty-five.
She didn’t seem too impressed about that.
But she still decided to sleep with me.
I wake from my trance to see Conrad staring at me like a hawk, like I ruined his master plan.
He can ask me what I’m thinking if he wants.
I can’t answer that question, even if I’m the one asking. I just know I couldn’t bear to see Carmen leave with him tonight.
Maybe it was just intuition taking over.
She looks at me with questioning eyes and pursed lips, staring at me the same way she did three years ago, like I’m the only thing in her radius.
If she thought I was an asshole three years ago, I dread to find out what she thinks of me now.
The woman is still a sight to behold. She looks even better in the flesh than she did in my dreams. This time, her light brown hair is curly. Last time our paths crossed, she wore it straight. Her skin is still just as bronzed and smooth as it was then.
It’s sad to see that she still hides her freckles with makeup. It was the same thing three years ago. I didn’t even know she had them until the makeup evaporated off her skin when things got heated in the bedroom.
It baffles me why she chooses to hide them.
It’s my favorite feature of hers…among other things.
Her breasts were also another part of her anatomy that I couldn’t keep my eyes off. They were so rounded and perky, and look even more so now. Did she get a breast enhancement?
She’s also more curvy than before, her hips wider, her ass even fuller than before. How could a beautiful woman possibly get any more beautiful?
A few minutes ago, she was running rogue around the stage impersonating a dying crow, and Istillhave a semi.
It shrivels up the minute Conrad pushes his way over to me.
“What are you doing?”
I take advantage of my height to stare down at him, hoping it makes him feel small. “Isn’t it obvious? Betting.”
The boar looks at me, anger written across his face.
The auctioneer brings Carmen to me.
My heart is beating out of my chest, sweat running down my brow. I don’t know why I’m showing symptoms of anxiety for a girl I knew for two very short hours. It’s definitelynotbecause I’ve spent the past three years wishing for more time with her.
Even though I know it’s not good for me.
The auctioneer joins her hand with mine, and she lets go immediately.
Now that she’s up close, I realize that she’s evenmoreof a fucking vision. Even though she looks like she wants to shoot me dead.
But weapons aren’t allowed in here, so she settles for the next best thing—a slap across the face.
And I take it. It’s what I deserve for leaving without saying goodbye.
That’s when I realize I might’ve made a mistake.
Might.
