Page 5 of Fake Dates and Home Plates
There’s a blonde on her knees, sucking him off while he grips her head, forcing it down in a way that is making her gag.
The sound makes me want to puke.
“Fuck,” Dakota says as his eyes meet mine. As if he couldn’t make this moment any more disgusting, he holds my stare while he finishes in her mouth.
Chapter Three
Henley
Running out of a fraternity house in heels isn’t so easy, especially filled with a fuck ton of drunk college kids I have to maneuver around so I can exit this hellhole.
“Henley! Just stop for a minute, damn it!” I can hear my boyfriend over the music pumping through the large room.
Well, ex-boyfriend as of about thirty seconds ago.
My right hand throws him the middle finger over my shoulder as the other grips the bottom of my black dress. If I had known I was going to have to make a quick escape, I might not have chosen a floor-length dress tonight.
Then again, I thought I was attending Delta Alpha’s formal, not getting a front-row view of my boyfriend blowing his load in another woman’s mouth at the after-party.
Dakota’s voice rings out again, shouting for his fraternity brothers to stop me. Some don’t hear him at all; others pretend not to. I spot one guy I recognize from the baseball team as he tries to cut me off.
“Don’t fucking think about it. I’m wearing six-inch stilettos that will pierce the skin, and I’ll use them if I have to,” I say as I shuffle past him.
He’s smart enough to heed the warning in my tone, backing away with his hands held in a surrender sign.
I’ve almost made it out the front door when arms band around my waist. I know Dakota hasn’t caught up yet, so I can only guess they belong to his best friend, Kal.
I’m a female cross-country runner with a mom who has been worried I’ll be snatched off the side of a trail for years. I’ve taken enough self-defense classes to get myself out of this.
Thinking about how he was trying to distract me at the bar before I caught on to his act just so he could help Dakota cheat on me, I use all my anger to power my next move. My head goes back as fast as I can make it, connecting with what I have to imagine is his nose, considering the satisfying crunch I hear.
It sends a wave of pain down the back of my hear but it’s worth it when the asshole starts squealing and crying.
“Fucking bitch!” Kal screeches as he lets me go to grab his nose.
Sadly, my joy at watching him cry is short-lived, since his actions have given Dakota enough time to catch up to me.
“Henley. Stop this shit and talk to me like a fucking adult.” The audacity of this man to raise his voice to patronize me after I caught him with his pants down. I turn, ready to walk out, when he says, “Don’t you want me to at least explain what was happening?”
Considering I’ve been on my knees for this pathetic piece of shit and I certainly wasn’t innocent before we started dating, I think I understand a blow job when I see one.
“You had your tiny dick in another woman’s mouth. Probably not for long, considering your track record. Then, you came while making eye contact with me like a fucking sleaze. Does that sum it up?”
My voice is loud, not caring about the attention we’re drawing. I’m well aware people have their phones out now, andmore and more partygoers have started to gather around us. Well, some of them are trying to console Kal, but most of them are watching the former ‘Shoreline Sweethearts’ break up in real-time.
Dakota’s eyes are wild with panic. “That’s not what?—”
His attempt at a lie is cut short when I raise my brow. I watch him scramble to try and come up with another excuse, and I can’t help but laugh.
Loudly.
Manically.
Maybe I’m having a breakdown, but at least I’m not letting any of these assholes see me cry. When I finally stop laughing like a crazy person, I have to take a deep breath, willing the inhale to bring me a little composure.
Calmly, I say, “When you find the words to string together some bullshit excuse for your actions, do me a favor, Dakota.”
He looks hesitant, hopeful even.
