Page 76 of Love Harder

“Sure.”

I’d ask a question, and when he replied with the infamous “sure,” I knew he was letting me do my thing as he wanted to please. It wasn’t worth arguing over if he perhaps didn’t want to do something unless strongly opposed or didn’t agree.

It seemed he was happy just to allow me to lead.

He didn’t want drama. Or for the night to be soiled.

He wanted easy.

As did I.

What a clever young man.

We got to the bar, and by this stage, your beloved pocket rocket of a narrator was rather drunk. We got our drinks and went to the outdoor area.

The Unicorn looked good.

He turned heads, which I liked as there is nothing more attractive than watching others want what you have, and I had The Unicorn.

Not once did I see him looking at other girls.

The only person he was looking at was me.

Our height difference was quite vast. I can imagine that is more than enough to have people look our way, but Mötley said there is an undeniable spark between us, which is more than addictive. People want in on whatever magic was brewing between The Unicorn and me.

I sat down, and like expected, the dogs came running.

This one was from Dublin.

The Unicorn sat on one side.

Dublin on the other.

Instantly, Dublin went in for the kill, whispering sweet nothings into my ear. I found it all rather amusing and decided to listen to his pitch. He was tenacious, I’ll give him that. He laid on the charm, but it didn’t matter what he said or did. The only man who captured my attention was The Unicorn. He sat silently, not needing to puff out his chest or whip out his dick to reveal who the bigger man was.

There was no pissing contest.

No staking his claim.

And that’s because there was no competition.

The Unicorn simply exuded confidence, and that within itself was addictive.

Everyone wanted a piece of this man who was impressing me with each passing second. The air was rich with his dominant energy, and I quickly became addicted to the taste. Nothing is hotter than a man who knows what he wants and doesn’t play games. A man who sits back and watches another man try to woo his date because he is that confident in himself.

“He can’t handle a woman like you.”

“He lacks confidence.”

These were a few of the comments Dublin made, all of which I found rather entertaining as they were so far from the truth.

The Unicorn placed his hand on my thigh.

I felt that simple touch throughout my entire body.

Dublin continued his sales pitch for a little longer but gave up when he realized he could never compete with someone like The Unicorn, especially when I turned toward my date, and we kissed. It was established early on that The Unicorn and I like to share the same kind of kisses.

You can tell a lot from a kiss.

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