Page 40 of Rhet

As I reach the front of the line a cute girl with sun bleached blonde hair and bright eyes smiles at me. “Hello, I’m Chole. Welcome to theScreamin’ Bean.”

“Hi, I would like a bag of the Screamin’ Bean roasted, a muffin, and one iced coffee.” I feel victorious.

“Anything else?” Chole asks.

“Yes, I want to buy fifty empty coffee cups with the sleeves and lids.”

This girl must think I’m nuts. She chuckles.

“There’s a guy who comes here and orders the same thing. Go fig.”

My mind instantly goes to Julian, he’s a genius after all. I tap my phone to check on my emails. My day was complete. Rhet should be on his date in a few hours. I got all my to-do’s done. As a reward, I should do some more shopping then get dinner for myself.

RHET

“Oh God, fuck, Rhet, I’m coming.”

Caitlin’s body spasms against mine then she falls on top of me. Something’s wrong with me, I’m not coming. I’ve had sex with three different women this week. I am totally bored with sex. I have been fucking since I was sixteen, now it’s become monotonous.

They were all gorgeous, but my cock is unimpressed. I have stroked, poked, and Karma Sutrarized the shit out of these women. Still unimpressed. Apparently, my cock is more of a jerk than I am.

I push my hand in my hair and pull at the roots. Caitlin slides off my body and lays back on the pillow, wiggling to settle under the sheets. “That was amazing.”

I say nothing because I don’t feel amazed. Looking down at my cock, I think,what the hell do you want?An acrobat to do a triple flip, double twist, with a dismount onto you.

My dick twitches.

“Oh Rhety, you didn’t come. Let me take care of that.” She sits up and grabs her long strawberry blonde hair in one hand and begins to wrap it into a bun.

I stop her midway on the journey to my length. “It’s fine, trust me. I just need to sleep. I can have my guard drive you home.”

She nods and pulls the cover back up. Then she inches toward me and tosses her thigh over mine.

“What the hell are you doing?” I sit up and look at her pretty, pale skin on my black sheets.

“Getting ready to sleep.” She beams up at me.

“Caitlin, this isn’t the nineties. I don’t do slumber parties. Get dressed, you’re leaving.” This is why I fuck women in hotels. I can leave and come home. No drama, no strings.

I have no clue why I’m in my bed and not in a hotel room with Caitlin. I’m never home this early from a date. My clock shows that it’s ten forty-five.

“I don’t understand, Rhet.” Her eyes are glazed over with real confusion.

“Thank God you’re beautiful, because there’s nothing much up there.” I tap the front of her forehead softly.

“Are you trying to call me dumb, Rhet Banner?” Shit she’s getting angry.

“You want me to draw a picture so you can understand what’s happening right now?” I drag my finger through the air like I’m painting. “Leave. There will be someone downstairs waiting to take you home.”

“You’re not a nice person. You’re absolutely horrid.” She gets up and stomps off, picking up her underwear and dragging them on.

“Yet you fucked me. Listen, you’ve got two options. My staff can get you home, or you leave and can get an Uber,” I reply. Reaching down, I scratch my thigh, my thoughts already straying from her. I need to take a shower after she leaves.

She sniffles. Is she crying? Why do they always cry? Tears don’t even affect me much. I don’t want to deal with this right now.

“What do you want to do?” I ask

She turns and storms over to snatch her bag off my gray armchair. She points her clutch at me with black streaks of eyeliner running down her face.

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