Page 6 of Silent Girl

“How was what?” I ask, playing dumb.

“His dick. What are we talking? You don’t have to specify. Just say stop when it matches.” Phoebe starts with her palms pressed together and slowly separates them.

I frown at her and shake my head. “It was a dick, not the Mona Lisa. And he’s an ass. If I never have to see him again, it’ll be too soon,” I tell them.

“She’s protesting waaaaay too much for someone who wasn’t impressed,” Charlie interjects.

“Iwasn’timpressed. Like I said, it took the guy 0.5 seconds to ask me to fuck him. He’s an ass,” I repeat.

“What I’m not understanding here is why in the ever-loving heck did you not fuck him?” Charlie asks.

“Because I don’t want a shopping list of STDs,” I deadpan.

“That’s what condoms are for,” Nicole adds, not helping my case.

“Nope, I think it’s your whole three-date rule thing. So if we count this morning as number one, you only have to see him two more times before you can take him up on his offer,” Phoebe tries to reason with me.

“Ew, and no. Hell will freeze over before I go anywhere near that man’s dick,” I say, leaving out the fact that I’ve already had it pressed up against me.

“Oh, look, here’s your shot at number two. He just walked in,” Charlie says, smiling wide. “Introduce us.”

“No, and bullshit. He’s not here,” I tell her.

“You sure? Because that guy right there looks just like him. I mean, he’d look better without the leggy blonde hanging off his arm. But, eh, you work with what you got, right?” Charlie points behind me.

I turn my head and my eyes bug out of their sockets. “OH MY FREAKING GOD. I’m going to fucking kill him,” I say, already pushing to my feet. It’s not until I’m halfway through the lobby that a plan on how to get rid of this bimbo comes to mind.

ChapterFour

Ibreathe a sigh of relief when I enter the doors of the Four Seasons. As soon as the babysitter left, I called an exterminator to come and clean out the apartment. No fucking way am I sleeping there when there’s a chance of that spider’s family members coming after me, looking to take out their eight-legged revenge.

The hot blonde on my arm doesn’t hurt to ease my rattled nerves after that near-death experience. The thought of bending her like a pretzel and fucking her until we both can’t walk anymore is exactly the distraction I need to unwind from the shitshow that is my life.

Lindsey? Or is it Lauren? Who the fuck knows? She presses her tits against my side. They’re hard, fake. I prefer real ones, soft pillows I can sink my fingers into. But real tits are hard to come by these days—well, with the kind of chicks I know anyway.

“Babe, I’m going to suck you off so good you’ll be begging for seconds,” she purrs.

I smile down at her, my cock hardening in my pants as we make our way through the foyer.Secondsis not something I’ll ever be begging for, especially from Lindsey… or Lauren?

“I like your confidence, but don’t count on it, sugarcakes,” I tell her.

“Oh my god, Liam, babe. Thank god you’re still here. I thought you might have checked out already. I was worried I wouldn’t see you again and, well…”

I look up and my eyes connect with hers. The babysitter. She’s here.

“…I thought I’d give youthis.I’m sorry. I should have told you last night before we, well, you know. But you’re just so hot and I couldn’t say no, even though I knew I wasn’t supposed to. Anyhoo, this doctor will help clear you right up. But don’t worry, every time I’ve had crabs in the past, they clear up within a week. So you should be good to go in no time.”

I watch in horror as Aliyah digs through her purse, retrieving a business card, and then proceeds to hold it out for me to take. I’m so shocked at the moment all I can do is stare at her.

“Uh, look, Liam, maybe give me a call in a couple of months. I gotta go,” Lindsey or Lauren stammers out while prying her fake-as-fuck body out from under my arm.

“Wait, Lindsey, this isn’t…”

“It’s Laura, asshole,” she says right before storming back towards the entrance of the hotel.

I turn around to a very satisfied-looking babysitter. “Are you fucking kidding me? I’m pretty sure cock-blocking isn’t in your job description.”

“Actually, it kind of is. You’ve been in town all of five minutes and you couldn’t keep yourself out of a possible scandal,” Aliyah says, dropping the card back into her purse with a little more flair than necessary.

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