Page 45 of Stella
He doesn’t recognize me, then again why would he? He was drunk that night at the club, and I’d had three sips of beer.
“Thanks, man, appreciate it.”
“You from around here?” I ask.
He snorts. “Nope. Just come here for the hot chicks.”
Of course you do because you can’t get women unless they’re drunk, or don’t know they have some creep watching them.
“You came to the right place,” I say with a forced laugh.
“It’s like the Playboy Mansion, but with women in tight little shorts.” He lowers his voice, like we’re chums. “And when I wear these shades, they don’t know where I’m looking.”
He taps the sunglasses on top of his head, then drops them down over his eyes. This guy really is an asshole.
“I get it.” I grit my teeth but try to rein it in. “It’s paradise here.”
He thumbs behind him, lowering his voice. “I was filming myself earlier, had a great shot of the chick over there doing squats.”
Fantastic, so now he also films women without their permission? Just fucking great. Not only does he have no gym etiquette, he’s a first-class dick.
I hate that I have to lie and pretend like I’m his friend, but it’s all for a good cause. “Like the chicks don’t want it, right? Dressing like that?”
He points a finger in my face. “Exactly. Too many whores in this town looking for fame. Fame on OnlyFans,” he laughs.
I resist the urge to break his fucking neck and stand behind the chest press. Maybe I’ll choke him to death with the bar, that’d be a way to go for this meathead. “Deserve all they get, right?”
He lowers the weight and pushes it back up as I stand behind, hovering like I give a shit.
“You got it in one. This chick I banged the other night? She was fucking out of it. Hot tip: if you go for the ugliest chick in the room, they’ll do anything because they don’t expect to be picked.”
I stare at him as disgust washes over me. Stella certainly isn’t the ugliest girl in a room, but that’s besides the point, and because he’s not looking at me as he chest presses the bar, I can freely scowl and picture him in all states of disrepair, such as broken bones.
When he lowers again, I make my move. I press the bar down against his throat as he startles, trying to push up. “What the fuck, man?”
I press harder. “You’re a fucking dick,” I snarl. “Piece of shit. You don’t remember me from the other night, do you? But youtouched my girl, and the way you speak about women, asshole, is fucking disgusting!”
He yelps, trying to shove me off, but the bar and my weight is too heavy. “I didn?—”
“You fucking did, you asshole, and I also know there’s a warrant for your arrest.”
His eyes go wide. “No,” he garbles.
I push down harder. “Yes. I could end you right now, you know that? But today is your lucky day. I’d rather see you go to prison than fuck you up right here.” I lean closer to his ear. “They like the pretty ones in jail.”
His face is bright red, but it’s starting to turn purple due to lack of oxygen.
“Repeat after me.” I lift the bar as he clutches his throat, but as I hook it back onto the rack, I’m immediately at his side, throwing a jab to his ribs. He doubles over like a pussy. “Don’t. Treat. Women. Like. That.”
“Help!” he cries, but my other hand lands over his mouth as I punch him over and over.
Police brutality was something I never believed in, but some people just deserve to be punished the old-fashioned way. Like this asshat.
“Crying like a pussy?” I tut. “That won’t help you.”
“Callaghan?” I hear Dougie behind me. Right on cue.
I look up at my friend. He’s in the PD and I told him about this jerk off this morning. “You’re here to ruin all my fun, aren’t you?”
