“Little bitch,” he suddenly seethes, pushing himself up to one knee. “You fucking hit me, didn’t you?”
“No. I didn’t get all dressed up to put a fire in your dick just to knock you out,” I say dryly, getting to my feet.
“Then what the fuck happened?” he barks a little too loudly. His hand immediately goes to the side of his head that is swelling now, and he winces when he touches it.
“You knocked yourself out under the damn sink. I told you to pay attention to what you were doing, you turned around and saw me standing here, and stood up too fast. Don’t know how you managed that pirouette before you went down, but I’d give it a nine point five.”
He stares at me through narrowed, pained eyes. Normally they are narrowed in some fucked up form of seduction, and I like the light chocolate brown hue that they are, but right now, not so much. He looks like he wants to beat me into the ground.
Only one way to get out of this mess.
“Oh come on. If you can get to both of your knees, I bet I can make you feel better,” I purr, moving closer to him and putting a hand gently on the back of his head.
He looks nervous, which I don’t expect. His eyes tell me that he doesn’t quite trust me, and that he isn’t sure if he should let me give him my own personal brand of nursing. I’m not going to do much, just a quick blowjob to make him forget about the beating he just took, and hopefully get some running water of it, but, instead, he shakes his head.
“No. Let me fix this shit and leave,” he says, pushing himself shakily to his feet. “I’ll come back tomorrow. Then me and you can have a little discussion about how the fuck I really ended up on the floor.”[TD2]
I shrug and walk out of the kitchen. Hell, I end up walking clear out of the apartment, not giving a good goddamn who can see the goods. I have to find that Susie girl and let her know that Mark isn’t going to forget this shit anytime soon.
