Page 21 of The Worst Guy Ever
She’swon.
Today is the last day of our bet, and it’s not as if I haven’t given it my best shot. I’ve tried to seduce her with words, I’ve tried with photos, I’ve tried being a decent guy and actually getting to know her, which wasn’t exactly a hardship. I thought I nearly had her when I took her out for dinner, though by the time I’d walked her home it wasn’t even about sex. We were both different that night, and I just wanted to spend a little more time with her.
Joining her gym was a dumbass move that’s going to run my losses closer to £1000 once the 12-month membership is over. I did it on a whim, but it seems especially stupid now I’m standing here in my garage, surrounded by the home gym equipment I set up just the way I like it. I have everything I need in here; weights, a treadmill, a bike, even a cable machine.
The only thing I get out of that gym membership is the chance to bump into her, and it’s not like she lives there. I’ve been three times and not seen her at all. Maybe I’ll get into boxing and let her kick the shit out of me. I’m sure she’d enjoy that, and I reckon I’d enjoy seeing her fully unleash her anger.
I set up my rack for push day and get myself into position for a heavy round of chest presses. This place saves my sanity after busy days at work, the ones that remind me how precious life is, and how quickly things can change. Halfway through my first set, my doorbell alarm rings on my phone. My house is on a quiet side street and I rarely get visitors, but a few of my older neighbours sometimes drop by for help with something.
Setting the bar back into the cradle, I reach for my phone and am pleasantly surprised to find a face that’s not well known around these parts.
Rolling up the garage door, I step outside and lean against the wall of the house. There on my doorstep, she bounces gently from foot to foot, fiddling with her earlobe. It’s not until I cough that she turns and sees me. I don’t miss how wide her eyes go when her gaze falls down to my chest, bare except for a layer of sweat.
“What are you doing here, Hattie?”
She stalks over to me with a tight smirk on her face. I face her head on, my hands on my hips while her eyes roam over me. She drags one fingernail down between my pecs, over my abs, and hooks it into the waistband of my shorts. Pulling them away, she leans closer to take a peek inside, wetting her lips with her tongue before letting go. The elasticated fabric hits my skin with a sharp sting that makes my cock twitch despite the pain. My chin drops to my chest with a hiss, and she tilts her face up to mine, her nose grazing gently along my jawline before her mouth finds my ear.
“I think you know why I’m here.”
Seriously?Nowshe’s giving in?Thank fuck for that.
“Finally. Get in here.” I grab her hand and pull her into the garage with me. Her laugh fills the space as she looks around.
“Why do you come to my gym when you’ve got all this here?” she asks.
“That should be obvious,” I say, sliding my hands between her coat and her top, across her back then dipping lower.
“Mmm, I’ve been dying to get my hands on this ass,” I whisper against her neck. She lets out a soft moan when I squeeze her tight, pulling her hips against mine.
“No, darling. Stop thinking with your dick for five seconds.” She reaches her hand into her coat pocket and pulls out a folded slip of paper. She holds it up between us, but when I move to take it she yanks it away and pushes it deep into the pocket of my shorts, her fingertips a whisper away from my stiffening cock. “I just came to give you this.”
Heat rises in my chest when I realise she’s played me. Gripping her hips, I walk her backwards until she hits the wall and pin my elbows either side of her head, trapping her in.
“What is it?”
“My bank details so you can send me my winnings,” she says, her laugh sounding a little more nervous now.
“You know you could have sent me those by text?”
She nods, then straightens up between my arms. “But then I’d miss the satisfaction of seeing your face when you realise you’ve lost our bet. And trust me, it’s so satisfying.”
She darts her tongue out to wet her lips and I lose it, pushing her harder, one knee wedged between her thighs, my chest against hers, forcing her to look up into my eyes. Her tits look amazing from this angle. “There are still three hours to go, angel. Come inside the house and lose. You know it will be worth it.”
“I can’t think of anything I want less.” She pushes me away and squirms out of my grasp. Adjusting her skirt where I’ve nudged it up her thighs, she stumbles as she heads out the door. I don’t know whether to laugh or to strip her naked and fuck her over the weights bench, neighbours be damned.
I know she wants me. If her flushed cheeks and shallow breathing didn’t give her away, the speed at which she scurries off certainly would.
“Can you send it first thing?” she yells back. “I’ve got my eye on a new vibrator. Don’t worry, I’ll name it after you.”
“Hattie,” I call after her, and she turns around from the end of my path. “I will not forget this. One day, not too far from now, I’ll have you in my bed and you’ll love every single second of it.”
She gulps and I slam the garage door down before she has a chance to even try to get the last word in.
Hattie drives me mad, but for some sick reason, it spurs me on. I power through the rest of my workout, easily motivated when my reward is playing out the alternative ending to her visit in the shower. The one where I hitch her skirt up and take her right there against the wall. Where I bend her over the weight bench and spank her for making me wait so long. Where I drag her into the house and don’t make it past the kitchen before I get my mouth on her.
My poor dick has had zero action since our bet started, and I’m as disappointed as he is that it’s ending just the two of us. I don’t know where we go from here, but I don’t want this game to be over. I text her as soon as I get out of the shower.
Me:How did you get my address?
