Page 37 of Pitiful Lies

Wanna feel the cool metal against her warm skin.

Taste it, too.

I grind my teeth as we walk past a group of assholes who don’t know better than to stare at my girl like she’s a juicy fucking cheeseburger, and it’s lunchtime.

I growl at them, and they jump where they stand, each of them looking away just before I lose my shit.

We’re at some mall she found on the way to Nico and Anna’s house. I don’t want to be here, but she does, so here we are.

Giselle is busy picking out a gift for Junior. I already told her the kid has everything, but she insists she can’t go empty-handed.

So, yeah, here I am, in a fucking shopping mall in the suburbs at eleven AM. The place is crawling with people, which I think is odd for a weekday.

But it’s not. She reminds me folks are still school shopping.

It’s late because we stopped by her old apartment. Little Doll insisted on going there first, and sucker that I am, I oblige her.

For the first time in my life, I want to make someone else happy, and when I say yes, she smiles. She’s happy. So, yeah, I do what she wants.

“Put it on here,” I hand my platinum card to the cashier after she rings everything up.

“Oh, but I wanted to pay,” Giselle starts, but I just stare at her, and she gives in.

I put my card back in my wallet and take the bag from the cashier, then I turn to Giselle.

“Okay, I just have to stop at one more store. You don’t have to come with me.”

I look at her like she’s nuts.

“Of course, I am coming with you.”

“But I, uh, need some personal things,” she murmurs, and her cheeks go pink.

“That’s fine. Let’s go,” I tell her and gesture for her to lead the way.

We stop at a lingerie store, and I should wait outside. Really, I should. I mean it’s kind of pushy of me to just follow her inside while she’s picking out panties and shit, but I already know Victoria’s Secret.

Plus, I don’t want her out of my sight. Besides, I see a few men inside the store, so it’s not like I’ll stand out. There are boyfriends and husbands carrying their girls’ shit and I grin.

Once upon a time, I’d have called them suckers. Now I want to be them. I want my woman to claim me like theirs did. She just needs a little convincing, and I can do that.

I frown when a guy with a measuring tape around his neck approaches Giselle while she’s looking at bras.

The fuck?

He steps up to Giselle, grinning like a stupid fuck as he checks out her big tits in her tight little top.

“Hi there, I bet you haven’t been measured in a while,” he says still not noticing me.

“Oh, I’m okay. I know my size,” she tells him, and goes back to looking through a drawer filled with bras.

I step back, giving this asshole the chance to do the right thing. But he don’t stop.

“You know the wrong size bra can lead to all kinds of physical ailments. Back pain. Sore nipples. I can help with that if you step into this dressing room,” he says, leering at her, and now I know I’m gonna fuck him up.

“Excuse me?” Giselle narrows her eyes, but I don’t give her a chance to tell this prick off.

Yes, he has a lesson coming. But that’s my job.

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