Page 42 of Won't Let Go
Sitting up to save face, I roll my shoulders. “It’s none of my business.”
The blonde I was dating approaches. Clasping her hands in front of her bare pussy, her small tits squeeze together. “White Boy, can we talk?” Bitty asks, sounding a whole lot guilty. “Please.”
Heaving a sigh, I pat the open stool beside me.
Let's get this over with.
Brew slides a glass of water over to Viper and Bitty and sets another beer in front of me. We make eye contact for a beat. He knows I need the liquid courage to get through this.
Here goes nothing.
I turn to my ex and paste on a smile. “I get it. I couldn’t give you what you wanted. You made that clear. I wish you the best.” See. I am nice. I can be nice. There’s no point in dragging this out any longer than we already have.
Bitty leans forward and sips delicately from her straw before turning just enough to give me a front row view of her pale, rosy-tipped breasts. “No. That’s… I’m sorry.”
I wave her off. “It’s cool. You and your friend are into Viper. Y’all have fun. No hard feelings.”
She touches my arm, and I force myself not to shrug her off. “So, it’s over, over? You’re letting me go, just like that?”
“Yeah. It’s been over for a while. You deserve some happy.”
“I…” Bitty dashes tears from under her eyes. “This is shitty.”
I shrug, not all that bothered. “People break up.” Can’t say I give much of a shit that this is done. It was fun while it lasted.
“You don’t want me anymore?” She bats her fake eyelashes. I dunno if she’s trying to pull one over on me or if she doesn’t realize she’s doing it, but she can bat those babies all day long, and it changes nothing.
“I want you to be happy,” I comment, meaning every word. “I’m not makin’ you happy. I can’t give you what you want. It’s the right thing to do.”
“You don’t even want to try?”
I drag my gaze up and down her petite form. “You’re sitting naked on a stool next to me, Bitty, after having a woman eat your pussy, while she was bein’ fucked by one of my brothers.” I think we’re well past trying.
She touches my arm, all sweet and delicate. “It was just fun. White Boy, please.”
This time, I do shrug her off. “No. This needed to happen. I’m not angry. It’s for the best.”
Her tone hardens. “This is because of Jade, isn’t it?”
Once more, I rake her form, so she gets what I’m puttin’ down. “Do you need me to repeat what I just said? You’re naked, Bitty.” I nod to her bare tits. “After having sex with other people.” Her pussy is on the stool. She’s turned so her breasts are almost touching me. Even if Jade wasn’t in the picture, I’m not a man who shares.
With an outraged huff, Bitty shoves my shoulder. “You’re an asshole.”
“Okay.”
“Okay? Okay?!” she shrills. “That’s all you’re gonna say?”
I nod. “Yes.” There’s no need for elaboration. No, might be a complete sentence, but so is yes. Yes. I am done. Yes. I’m an asshole. Yes is all I’m gonna say.
The squeal that erupts from my ex is the equivalent of nails on a chalkboard. Launching herself off the stool, she stalks around me, grabs Viper’s hand, and hauls him toward the hallway. Her bare feet slap angrily against the floor as he trails after her.
Just before they slip into the hall, he meets my gaze over his shoulder.
I wave for him to get on with it. He has my blessing to fuck her into the next century. I don’t give a damn what they do. If she thinks using Viper is gonna get my attention or make me jealous, it’s not. His wide, feral grin is ridiculous as he nods and picks the woman up. Her resounding squeak is the last I hear or see of them.
Good riddance.
One woman down.
