“So you’re just a regular, run-of-the-mill asshole then.”I sighed, already growing bored with this conversation.
His eyebrows rose, and he bit the tip of his thumb as if trying to keep himself from laughing.
“You think I’m an asshole?”
I rolled my eyes again. At this rate, they might roll right out of my damn skull.
“I mean. Sort of seems like it.‘I just throw my partners away.’If Gabe really is your partner, I feel bad for him.”
The man shrugged, still looking at me like I was the most interesting thing he’d seen all day.
“I don’t know. He wasn’t complaining five minutes ago when he was begging me to let him finish.”
“Dude,ew.”I made a face, and this time, he did laugh.
Ugh. What a shocker, a dude abruptly changing the topic to sex. Why was I even talking to this guy?
“Don’t act like you wouldn’t be interested. I bet I could make you beg, too,” he purred, and I finally looked back up at him, narrowing my eyes.
“I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last man on earth,” I snapped, and he chuckled, his eyes darkening.
“Not even if I had a magic cock?”
A chill rolled through me, and something tingled in the back of my brain.
Where had I heard that before?
I narrowed my eyes on him. “Whoareyou?”
“You can call me Hazai,” he said, and I wrinkled my nose at him, causing him to chuckle again.
“Why did you say it like that? Is Hazai not your actual name?”
Fucking weirdo.
He lifted an elegant shoulder and examined his fingernails. “I have many names.”
“Does the corny, mysterious, bad-boy schtick work with all the ladies? Because honestly, it’s making me cringe.”
He laughed again, and I softened slightly at the fact that he genuinely seemed to enjoy my snarky ass. Most people just thought I was a bitch.
Maybe I was, but I didn’t really care.
If you were worth keeping around, you saw through it. Besides, I wasn’t a bitch to the people who mattered.
I just hadn’t worked out if this guy mattered or not yet.
His aloof, assholish nature was telling me he didn’t… but I had seen the angst on his face when he’d first come out here. Something told me there was more to this guy than what he was showing me right now.
He shrugged. “Yes. It works on the ladies, and honestly, a lot of the men, too.”
“Like Gabe?” I asked, watching him carefully to get his reaction to his lover’s name.
It was small, but he flinched slightly, which made me dislike him a little less.
“No. It doesn’t work on Gabe.” He sighed, looking away from me with a small frown on his face. “None of my bullshit works on Gabe.”
“Interesting,” I said, and he glanced back at me, looking confused and lost for a moment, before that snarky mask of his reappeared.
