Page 26 of Pitiful Lies

Angel won’t be satisfied unless I rip my guts open for him. And I don’t want to do that.

But I don’t think I have a choice.

“Because I don’t want to get caught in that revolving door you have of women desperate to get into your bed.”

“Koukla—”

“No, please, just don’t. Look, we’re both consenting adults and everything we did before we both agreed to. But I just, I can’t do that anymore.”

“Giselle, look at me,” he commands. “I would never do anything to hurt you. I’d never force myself on you, and if I made you feel like that, fuck, I’ll have to kick my own fucking ass?—”

He looks equal parts horrified and angry. And I don’t blame him. But I can’t let him think like that.

“Oh God, no! Angel, stop. You didn’t do anything wrong. This is all me. You’re a good man, I know you are. I swear, you never did anything to make me feel bad or pressured or anything. Quite the opposite, in fact,” I mumble, forcing myself to get on with it.

“Then what is it, Koukla? Why’d you run? I don’t understand,” he asks.

Shit.

I know he won’t stop until he gets what he wants. But I’m not sure I can explain my feelings.

It’s not like I walked in on him fucking some girl. I mean, I showed up at the club without warning. And well, he was there, sitting in his usual spot with some skinny blonde on his lap.

She had her arms around his neck, and he wasn’t doing a thing to get her off him. So, I left. I ran. Not just from the Vipers’ Den, but from the whole fucking state.

“You have plenty of women, you don’t need me. And well, I deserve more from a man than to be some booty call.”

“Sisi—”

“No, you don’t have to say nothing. I am not asking you to make me some half-assed promise here. I’m aware all you have to offer someone like me is a few hours in your office,” I tell him, and I can’t keep the sadness from tainting my voice.

“It’s just I’m not made for casual flings. Not anymore,” I say.

My voice is trembling, but I force myself to finish.

“Anyway, that’s why we can’t do what we did this morning again. It’s not you. It’s me.”

“Sisi, I don’t buy for a second that you don’t want me as much as I want you. My dick didn’t get hard by itself. You’re sexy, young, unattached. Why not take advantage?”

“Oh my God!”

I gasp. Is he serious?

“It's okay, Little Doll. Your body’s reactions are natural,” Angel continues to mansplain to me, and I swear I might hit him.

“Excuse me?”

“Your body responds to mine. That sweet pussy gets all needy and wet. Fuck, Koukla, I bet if I reach over, I’ll be able to feel how hot you are for me. This morning, I wasn’t taking advantage. But the evidence of your attraction to me was soaking through your thin shorts. Don’t be ashamed. But know this. While we’re together, I’m all yours. You can use me anytime you like, Little Doll.”

This cocky fucking bastard.

“Angel, I don’t believe you?—”

“What? That I want you? Here, I’ll show you,” he says, grabbing my hand and pulling it over the middle console so it’s now flat on top of his hardening cock.

“See? I want you, alright.”

Asshole.

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