I need to get to school.
“Dante,” I whisper.
He comes to right away with a scary look on his face. The expression softens when he takes me in.
“Damn, glad you’re still here, baby. ’Fraid I dreamt you up.”
Oh hell, that’s nice to hear. “Nope. I’m real. But I need to get to school.”
He hesitates, eying me up and down. I’m very aware of how naked I am and that he probably wants to fuck again.
“Please. I need to stop by my house, grab my stuff, and change.”
After staring at me for another few seconds, he nods.
“Yeah, baby. You wanna eat somethin’ first?”
“No time.”
He shifts; one of his big hands settles on my face cupping my cheek and sliding down. His thumb strokes over my pulse. “Want you back in my bed tonight.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
Dante
I hatehow much I hate letting this bitch out of my sight. I don’t do relationships. I don’t keep bitches around for more than a night or two.
She got on my bike behind me, wrappin’ her arms tight around my waist. Her fingers curled into my belt like she never wanted to let go.
Before she got on, she gave me the address. I know her neighborhood. Slum area. The house she shares with her father is the nicest one on the block, but that ain’t sayin’ much.
It’s deathly quiet, so the silence is deafening when I shut off my engine in her driveway.
She pries her little fingers from my belt and steadies herself on my shoulder to get off the bike.
“Thank you for the ride.”
She makes my dick semi-hard actin’ all polite and shit.
“No problem, babe.”
I climb off, which seems to surprise her, but she doesn’t say anything as she leads me into the house.
It ain’t a total shithole inside. Even so, I can’t help thinking my little bitch deserves better surroundings.
No, not my stank-ass bedroom at the clubhouse. Myactual home up in the mountains is nice, clean, comfortable, and quiet.
I don’t ever take bitches there.
Worst part of all this is, for the fuckin’ life of me, I can’t remember this bitch’s name.
While she wanders off—to, I assume, her bedroom—I take a better look around the house.
A note on the counter finally solves the mystery for me.
Karina,
Be back Tuesday. There’s money in the jar. Behave.
