I stare at the man in front of me.
With a slight amusement. He bad been blabbing about how happy he was to...
Conquer a war.
A war.
Seriously...
All I know is that, there is no war at all. He is in fact very delusional and drunk. Which is the same thing.
I let out a soft laugh.
Then he stopped mid-sentenced. Then just stare at me.
"Beautiful lady, would like you to accompany me?"
I'm already are...
I should've left earlier. But somehow, I was dragged by his weird pull.
"Hey. Gia, the bar is closed. Maybe you should take him out."
Boss says.
I nodded.
"Alright, big guy... We have to go." As soon as I moved, he grabbed my wrist, I looked over at him...
Oh...
He looked like he's about to cry.
I leaned down... Took his hand, put it on my mouth... "What is it?"
He looked shocked... But his posture melted.
Fuck...
"Take me home with you... It's... Lonely in my apartment."
I can't do that. If he were some merely men, I could've. But he smell dangerous. That look, is my weakness...
When they show a vulnerable side they never know they had. Until I bring it out.
That's where it hits me the most. Recently though, it doesn't feel the same.
That addiction started at highschool. I was an outcast, not a girl who rides a bike, unlike now. Yeah. Huge glow up. Everyone goes through that.
There was a huge cocky Jock who used to bully me everywhere. Until, I learned that...
Sex, love. Is the most weakest part of a human.
So yeah. I dared him to fuck me. But I fucked him instead.
And then... I saw that expression... Vulnerability. Different from girls. Because when it comes to men who have that natural pride in them. It's different, that feeling, like you cracked a diamond, like you aced a very hard solution.
Men with their pride.
And to give them a reality check. That every human being... Wants to be controlled once in a while.
...
I drove through the night, cold wind washing against me, my other hand held his hand wrapped around my waist, in case he'd fall. Since I don't know where he lives in, I put him where the closest Hotel I could find.
And, I know, I won't see him again after that.
But two weeks passed, a guy had came into the bar I'm working on. He knows about my debt... And told me, he knows where I could get money.
Usually I'm not this dumb. In fact, I learned a lot from this world than be reckless.
But I was close to dying anyway. So I just go through it.
I don't have money to pay the debt. And those men would kill me right in the spot. So. Here I am.
Plus... There's also 50% chance I could also get killed here.
I rang the doorbell.
The door opened. Revealing him. He really is... So good looking. Big chest and small waist. Dark blue eyes... A face, like it's one of those greek crafted men you'll see in museum.
He was that good looking.
Someone I thought I wouldn't see anymore. His eyes eyed me, slow.
There was hunger in his eyes. The usual thing. But... He is very different. Now that he's sober. He's... Closed off now.
I've met a lot of different kind of men.
Mostly men who act tough. But this one. I know. He could be those guys that kills for a living.
So... He's, a big deal huh.
"Hey. Name's Gia—"
"Get in." He didn't said. He ordered.
The edge of my lips twitched.
I smiled at him. "Sure." I got inside. Wow. This is a huge apartment. He must be rich...
Like, really disgustingly rich.
I turned to look at him. He's still staring at me.
Confidence radiates through all his persona. Those kind that are real. Like all their life, they were shaped that way. Many people gets intimidated by people like him.
But not me. I enjoy things like this
"How much, each session?" I asked.
He looked at my face.
Blank. Right.
"50k..."
I hate how rich he could get.
"Okay." Sat on a couch.
"Remove your hoodie."
I raised an eyebrow at him. There was a moment of silence, he didn't took it back, didn't stutter. He just looked at me intensely.
So he expected me to do it.
I shrugged. I took my hoodie off.
I was only wearing a sports bra, I know his eyes drowned in the sight of my tattoos, good, see every detail of it.
Drag your eyes slow, that's what I want you to do the most.
I knew it's probably his first time hitting a woman who goes to the gym to have a ripped body, just by his reaction. Despite the blank face.
His actions were obvious.
"You go to the gym a lot huh."
I chuckled. He just tilted his head.
This guy.
"Yeah. To keep me safe."
He nodded.
"Are.. you lesbian?"
I stare at him.
And here I thought he was funny when he was drunk.
He's even worst when he's sober.
"N...no. I'm straight."
"Oh. So..."
His eyes wanders...
I can't fucking get what he's thinking at all. "Can I fuck you now?"
Blant as fuck.
I shifted myself... Kind of awkwardly. How do you handle people like this?
I let out an amused scoff.
"Okay...? Where?"
"Couch." He walked closer, running a hand through his hair.
That's...
Is this how he have sex? No conversation, straight to the point? I'm not even wet yet.
What the actual fuck.
I looked at him, frozen.
I noticed him looked at the paper bag I dropped somewhere. "What's that?"
My eyes narrows.
I stood up. Looking straight to him.
"You wanna try something different?" I asked him.
Because I know. He had never tried something new all his life.
I walked over where the paper bag was, I took it... My gaze goes at him, he looks... Confused.
My eyes trail down his body...
I licked my lips.
"Do you know... What this is?" I pulled out a strap-on.
Basically, a belt with a fake dick. For women, so they could fuck anyone with a fake manhood.
His froze.
