Page 127 of Torrid Love
“So she got her act together?”
“She was never lost. She always knew exactly what she wanted to do with her life.”
“Maybe I confused her shyness for being a bit lost.”
Not sure how that happened.
“She’s always been very well grounded.”
“Humph. Really?”
“Really,” I stress.
“She must be all grown up now.”
There’s something about how he said that.
“She’s twenty-five,” I deadpan.
“She was cute before—blonde, slender waist with good size tits and a hell of a mouth… she must be quite the piece of ass now.”
What the fuck?
My right hand curls up into a fist at Gideon’s crude, disrespectful and offensive remark. In fact, my whole body tenses.
“Excuse me?”
“It’s no secret, Rod, every guy in your entourage had eyes for her—”
“Remember yesterday you asked me a question and I wasn’t able to answer you before Peter called with some bad news?”
“Sorry Rod, a lot has happened since yesterday. Which question?”
“Dominika is my girlfriend so watch your fucking mouth,” I growl.
“Wow! Seriously?”
“Yes!”
“Oh, okay, sorry,” he says. A long stretch of silence elapses between us as I struggle to calm down. “You’ve been together long?”
“We’ve been steady for a month. It’s still new, but we’ve known each other for so long. It’s stupid it took us this long to clue into our feelings.”
“Feelings?” he echoes. “What a dirty word,” Gideon grimaces. “Never thought I’d live to see the day where a former rocker and certifiable bad boy pussy-magnet like you would say that kind of shit.”
“Things change. People change,” I defend.
He’s changed as well, but not for the better.
“Hey, if you don’t mind being in a boring relationship, more power to you,” he smirks. “More pussy for guys like me who still have their balls attached to their cock,” he laughs.
I just stare at him.
Most people would say congratulations, mazel tov, way to go, or, it’s about time. Gideon is almost dismissive. I’m not sure why it irks me so much considering he’s in and out of LA, but it does.
For the next few long seconds we sip our drinks, avoiding each other’s gaze. The tension swirling between us is overwhelming.
“I have a play room at the club,” he says breaking the awkward silence between us. “I was hoping we might hangout after this. You’re way more handsome than I’ll ever be and I’m hoping it’ll tip the pendulum in my favor,” he laughs.Didn’t he hear what I just said?“My dick is dying to punish a willing pussy. All this legal shit really did a trick on my dick, but a nice young, tight ass would help. Maybe we can share a few girls?”
