Icouldfuck whoever I want. Literally.
But do they deserve me? Hell no.
Sure, I love sex.
But I only do it with people who hit at least an 8.5 out of 10. Mentally. Physically. They gotta have... something. A brain. A reason. Call me a prude if you want.
But this dick? Not for just anyone.
And I don't even hide it. I say it with my whole chest. It's not an L. It's a flex.
I've got the option, and I choose not to.
That doesn't make me pathetic.
That makes me a fucking legend.
I pull up outside my place, kill the engine. Do I regret coming back from Spain? Fuck no. I've got my own house now. My name on the goddamn lease.
And I'm thriving. Of course, people run their mouths about it. Say I don't take life seriously. That I switch countries and homes like underwear. Like stability's some badge of honor.
I say they're just bitter 'cause they're stuck. And I'm not.
I built this whole-ass house from scratch, right next door to Charles fucking Weston.
Yeah.ThatCharles. Daddy Dearest.
Biggest hater on the block.
Now he gets to see me every damn day. Gets to watch me park this red beast of a bike right outside his prim little porch. I swear, sometimes I rev the engine on purpose. Just a little good morning gift.
Rise and shine, old man. Start your day with the sound of me winning. I know he fucking loves it.
Fucker.
I lock the bike, swing my leg over, toss my helmet under one arm. I step inside.
The place is quiet, just the way I like it. No fake pleasantries, no one hovering with expectations. Just me.
Well, me and Lulu.
She trots over, moving her long tail. The only creature in this world that has my whole heart. This tiny ball of fluff trotting up to me. My cat.
"Hey, princess," I murmur, scooping her up. She purrs instantly, rubbing her face against my chin. "You missed me, huh? Of course you did. Who else treats you like a queen around here?" I press a kiss to her soft head.
I head for the bathroom. Of course she follows. Start peeling clothes off one by one.
Fuck it. I've got all day to myself till tonight. I'm filling this damn tub and melting into it like I deserve. Because I do. Flex in the mirror while the water rises.
Goddamn. Why the fuck do I look this good naked?
Like, it's almost criminal. High-key offensive.
I turn to Lulu, my biggest fan. Pick her up again, cradle her soft little body.
We spin. Dance like psychos to music that's only in my head. I scratch her chin. She purrs like I gave her the world. If she was human?
She'd be my best fucking friend. No question.
