Page 3 of Regret

She stared at him for a second, then nestled her face back into the pillow. “Why are you up so early anyway?”

He grabbed his chain off the nightstand next to the empty condom wrapper and hung it around his neck. “I have shit to do.”

One of her green eyes opened and she looked up at him. That was also one of hisI will fuck you senselessrules—always green or brown eyes, never blue.

“Are you throwing me out?”

He shrugged, and continued to stare at her pointedly.

She grabbed the sheet and pulled it around her. “Okay, I can take a hint.”

Thank fuck.

After getting off the bed, she started searching for her clothes. Luckily, Hunter had already gathered all her things earlier, which had been scattered fucking everywhere across his apartment.

“They’re over there.” He gestured toward a dark brown leather couch which stood in front of his floor-to-ceiling windows.

She glanced from her pile of clothes to him. “You really meant what you said, didn’t you?”

Son of a bitch.

Hunter’s shoulders sagged. She was a hoper. He hated hopers. They would agree to just about anything to get with you, even when you made it clear that it was just a one-night stand. Why? Because they hoped they might be that one woman with the magical pussy who would end up changing you. To heal whatever the fuck was wrong with your head and make you realize you were actually into love, flowers, kisses, and rainbows. What the hell was wrong with women? Why did they always have this deep-rooted need to find a man and change him?

“Yes, I meant what I said…” he eyed her cautiously, “…Tiffany?”

She stared at him deadpan with eyes that instantly darkened with what Hunter could only interpret as the fury of hell.

He frowned. “Britney?”

She placed her hands on her hips. “It’s Courtney, actually.”

Goddammit, so close.

She stomped toward the couch and started to get dressed. Hunter watched. Sure, he didn’t fuck the same woman twice, but that didn’t stop him from enjoying the visual scenery and thinking about all the sexually gratifying things they did. And this one was especially fun. She was definitely a natural submissive and had the potential to make some rich dominant a very satisfied man with all her begging and loud screams of pleasure. She was also very responsive, which made it all the more fun.

Courtneypulled her short little black dress over her head and straightened it out before she turned to face him. “Okay. I can’t be angry with you since you warned me beforehand that this would only be a one-time thing.”

“Exactly.” Hunter smiled. Maybe she wasn’t a hoper after all.

“But can I ask why?”

Oh for crying in a fucking bucket filled with horse crap.Hoper.

Hunter sighed and pulled his hand through his blond hair. “Courtney, it just is what it is.” He glanced at her and saw exactly what he didn’t want to see…a woman who just had her hopes crushed like a Fiat at a big wheel drive. “I’m not the man you’re looking for, trust me.”

She pulled her hair back and tied it in an untidy ponytail. “I’m not looking for promises of a happily ever after, Hunter—”

“That’s good, then.”

He turned around, feeling that uncomfortable prickle of annoyance at the back of his skull. He grabbed the coffee pot and poured himself another cup, not offering her any. Damn woman seemed like she only needed half a reason to stay, and he wasn’t giving her one.

Courtney walked closer and Hunter started to think this might actually be the day he would start praying.God, please make her leave!

“I just don’t see why we can’t do this again. We had fun. There’s obviously some great sexual chemistry between us.”

“Oh dear God,” he muttered, and placed his cup down before looking at her. “Courtney, listen, last night was great, yes. But like I told you, I don’t sleep with the same woman twice.”

“Why?”

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