Page 13 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
“Got yourself a little treat, did you?”
I sneered at the smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. “Go fuck yourself.”
Two hours was enough time to kill him and hide the body.
“That hurt,” the girl groaned and pushed herself up. “Did you push me off the bed?”
Correction, two hours was enough time to hide two bodies.
When I ignored her and sat up, she slapped her hand on the mattress. “I’m talking to you.”
“Why are you in my room?” I sighed.
She stared at me for a second before tipping her head, causing a lock of her hair to brush over the top of her exposed breasts.
Ravi’s gaze immediately locked onto her nipples.
“Don’t tell me you don’t remember what we did last night?” she reached out to touch my arm. “You weren’t that drunk.”
I wasn’t drunk at all. I looked down at the manicured fingers on my arm, then shifted my stare over to her. “Why are you still here?”
Her hand was off me in a flash. “What?”
Was she deaf or stupid? “Get the fuck out of my room.”
Her bright eyes narrowed. “You’re kicking me out?”
“I didn’t ask you to stay.”
“If you want another bed to crawl in, mine’s open,” Ravi offered.
She ignored Ravi and kept her glare fixed on me. “Are you always this much of an asshole?”
“The door is that way,” I said while flinging the blankets back and getting out of bed.
Morning wood was a pain in the ass, but not enough to make me cover up. Modesty was overrated. I strutted over to my dresser, letting my dick bob as I went. I opened a drawer and pulled on a pair of sweats while Ravi and the girl continued to stare at me in very different ways.
The girl’s brows pulled together in a glare of hatred or anger. I didn’t care which. If she were closer, there was no doubt in my mind that she would slap me. Or at least attempt to.
Judging by the sparkle in the corner of Ravi’s eye, the thoughts going through his mind had nothing to do with violence. Or maybe they did? Who knew? Ravi was a sick fuck. I’d seen him do some pretty twisted shit.
“Didn’t I tell you to get out?” I growled at the naked girl sitting on my floor, then pointed at Ravi. “Stop staring at my dick.”
“You have a nice dick.” He shrugged.
Checking me out was where his interest in me ended. It had nothing to do with our varying sexual preferences. Yes, I was a strictly pussy guy, while he enjoyed both men and women alike.
Our incompatibility came from one thing. Control. Ravi was a Top no matter who he was with, and I wasn’t a Bottom. Ever. So, even if I were to bat for the other team one day, he wouldn’t be the one I'd turn to. I didn’t submit to anyone.
“Hey!” the girl clapped, causing both Ravi and me to cock a brow her way.
She was standing now and had on a lacy thong. Not that Ravi was complaining. He was a sucker for lace.
Cocking her hip, she wagged her head with a sneer, “I just want you two to know that you’re assholes.”
Did she think we didn’t know that?
“You done with that?” Ravi asked while raking his gaze down her.
