Prologue
Ipulledthegunfrom my bag with a heavy sigh.
This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. All of my carefully laid out plans had gone up in smoke. I’d been so close.
But now?
She knew. She knew it was me. And I couldn’t let her leave.
It was unfortunate, the way things had so quickly gotten out of hand. I didn’t revel in blood being spilled.
At least not much.
I only ever did what had to be done.My future came first. I couldn’t allow everything I’d worked for to go up in flames.
My hands shook as the click of the gun cocking rang out.
Nobody would take this away from me. I wouldn’t let them.
Her wild eyes went to the barrel of my gun and my shoulders relaxed, as that feeling of power and invincibility once again wound through me.
It felt nice to have someone at my mercy. Calming almost. And all those voices that had been tormenting me for weeks were blissfully silent.
Bad Sex Hex
Eve
“Did you...you know...come?” Jase asked, panting heavily, his arms bracketing my head.
If you had to ask, then the answer is no.
I sighed inwardly at the question, debating whether or not to be honest with him. He would have known if I had. I wasn’t quiet when someone was doing it right.
Whoever said honesty is the best policy had never met a man with a bruised ego. And that was not an issue I wanted to deal with tonight.
Jase was a twenty-something waiter and an aspiring actor who I worked with frequently and partied with occasionally. He had eyes the color of dark chocolate, dimples on each cheek, and a smile that made me melt.
The catch?
He was arrogant, egotistical, and apparently couldn’t tell that I was nowhere near an orgasm yet.
Because I was too nice for my own good—and an active part of the never-ending problem of men in this city who had no idea what the fuck they were doing in bed—I smiled sweetly up at him. “Yeah. That was great,” I said, making my voice soft and breathless as if his sophomoric jack hammering really did it for me.
I couldn’t put all the blame on his ineptitude. It’s not like many other guys had figured out how to make me orgasm, either. I was beginning to wonder ifIwas the problem.
Thank God for my drawer full of battery-operated boyfriends.
He rolled off my bed, running his hands through his dark brown hair with a cocky smile. “Hell yeah, it was.”
He quickly disposed of the condom in the trash can, and bent down, grabbing his boxers and pants off the floor of my bedroom.
“You’re leaving?” I pushed out my bottom lip into a pout.
The man in front of me may not havemade me come on his first try, but I was up for another attempt. Maybe with a little more guidance from me, he could get me there. He was nice to look at, regardless.
“I’ll call you,” he said without looking me in the eye. He quickly pulled his shirt over his head and leaned over to place a kiss on my cheek.
Awesome.Another fuck and flee.
