Page 123 of Hunting Pretty

Me: I bet he has a big dick.

I massaged Pierre’s knee as I waited, my skin itching from desperation. I was being stupid baiting my stalker like this. But I couldn’t help myself.

I wanted him to respond with something.

Anything.

I just needed him to let me know he still cared.

With every passing second, I was getting more and more frustrated. I glared into the shadows of the bar and at the dark entrance and rubbed my hand farther and farther up his leg.

My fingers brushed against the Frenchman’s hardening cock. He let out a low growl.

But it only pissed me off that it was thewronggrowl.

And still there was no response.

At least, not the one I wanted.

Pierre’s fingers twisted in my hair as he whispered hot and urgent in my ear, “I want to fuck you.”

He tried to kiss me but I turned and planted my ass on his lap so I could look out to the bar.

I ignored Pierre’s hands on my hips as I scanned the crowd for a shadow reading the text message I just sent.

Me: He wants me to go home with him…

If this didn’t get a reaction, I wasn’t sure what would. He couldn’t just disappear. Not after everything.

I leaned back, my breaths shallow, staring at the screen like it held the key to him.

Come on. Prove me right. Show me you’re still here.

But minutes passed and I got no reply.

It didn’t even look like he’d read it.

Fury heated my blood and I leaned into it as I leaned back onto Pierre’s cock.

I would hate-fuck the Frenchman instead, then. I’d hate-fuck him to make myself feel better that my stalker had given up on me.

Over the noise of the bar, I stared into the red eye of thenearest security camera as I shouted in Pierre’s ear, “I have a room at the Ritz.”

“Let’s go,” he replied.

I stood, already feeling like I was going to regret this decision.

Lisa pulled away from her own pair of French lips. Her hair was already a mess, lipstick smeared. She looked debauched. And ready for more.

“We’re heading back to the hotel,” I told her.

“Have fun you two.” She wiggled her fingertips at me and blew me a parting kiss.

But my smile was already sliding off my face.

I sent another message on the way out of the bar.

Me: Last chance. Or I’m going to fuck Frenchie’s brains out.

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