ass and I’m so over him. He wants to be pissy with me for dancing with Julie and Justin, but then I turn around and he has a chick draped all over him.”
“Where are you going, Kat?” he asks me.
“Home,” I reply. When a cab pulls up at the curb, I walk up to it, throw open the door, and give the cabbie the address for the mansion. As I’m slamming the door, Cole rushes outside. The last thing I see is him hitting the wall outside the club as we drive off. It takes ten minutes for the cab to get to the mansion, and by the time I get home, I’m so pissed, there’s not one rational thought in my head.
“Leave the meter running. I’ve got to pack a bag then I’ll be back out.”
The driver nods his head in understanding. I run upstairs to my room, grab a bag, and throw things into it, hoping that whatever I pack matches because I don’t have time to make it all pretty. I walk over to the desk and grab my lock box with all the money I have in the world in it. I stuff it in my bag and then hurry back down the stairs to the waiting cab.
I give him the address of a shelter located near a bus stop. I’m not stupid. I know Cole is going to find this driver, and when he questions him, the guy will say where he left me. I’m going to be one step ahead of him.
As I lean my head against the seat, the events of the evening roll through me. I don’t know what happened with Cole, but the way he acted is the exact reason I didn’t want to get involved with him in the first place. I’m not, nor will I ever be someone’s arm candy. For him to get pissed at me for dancing with his brother and sister is ridiculous. Then for him to even imagine that I would be okay with another girl hanging on him? I don’t know what he is thinking.
I’m so thankful I haven’t had sex with him. To think I was going to say we could renegotiate the deal tonight. Yet under all my anger, I’m hurt. I fucking love the douche and that’s what has me the most upset. I’ve allowed myself to care when I knew it was a bad idea from the beginning.
The driver drops me off in front of the shelter, and when I pay the fare, I tip him an extra $50 to forget where he dropped me, for at least an hour. The peeling paint and barred windows make me glad that I’m not staying overnight. Built back in the twenties, the place looks as though no one has taken care of it in a long time.
With my bag in hand, I walk into the dark foyer to speak with the lady at the front desk. Her eyes bore into me as I cross the floor and she clutches an old, beat-up telephone. Her cautious nature has me checking behind me to see if anyone has followed me inside.
“I was wondering if you have a place I can change clothes?” I ask.
“Um, sure.” She points to the left of me, and drags the phone closer to her chest. “The bathroom is right through that door.”
“Thanks.”
Locking the door behind me, I waste no time changing clothes and hurrying back outside. I make my way to the bus stop at the corner, and while I wait, my eyes make a steady sweep of the area. I don’t want anyone sneaking up on me and trying to force me to go back.
Though the wait seems forever, the city bus pulls up only a few minutes later. As I make my way to an empty seat, I catch the attention of a group of guys my age. It’s not hard to tell they’re talking about me by the way they keep glancing in my direction. I have to admit they’re not a bad looking group of guys. The hottest one decides to come hit on me, and at another time in my life, I would have fucked him six ways to Sunday, but not today.
“Hey babe.” His deep voice sends a tingle through me. I didn’t expect that.
I roll my eyes while checking him out on the sly. I take in his light brown hair and his equally brown eyes. The look in his eyes betrays a warmth that shows he runs deeper than the tough guy persona he is trying to portray. There is no doubt this guy can survive on the streets if he needs to but he also
“Where are you going, Kat?” he asks me.
“Home,” I reply. When a cab pulls up at the curb, I walk up to it, throw open the door, and give the cabbie the address for the mansion. As I’m slamming the door, Cole rushes outside. The last thing I see is him hitting the wall outside the club as we drive off. It takes ten minutes for the cab to get to the mansion, and by the time I get home, I’m so pissed, there’s not one rational thought in my head.
“Leave the meter running. I’ve got to pack a bag then I’ll be back out.”
The driver nods his head in understanding. I run upstairs to my room, grab a bag, and throw things into it, hoping that whatever I pack matches because I don’t have time to make it all pretty. I walk over to the desk and grab my lock box with all the money I have in the world in it. I stuff it in my bag and then hurry back down the stairs to the waiting cab.
I give him the address of a shelter located near a bus stop. I’m not stupid. I know Cole is going to find this driver, and when he questions him, the guy will say where he left me. I’m going to be one step ahead of him.
As I lean my head against the seat, the events of the evening roll through me. I don’t know what happened with Cole, but the way he acted is the exact reason I didn’t want to get involved with him in the first place. I’m not, nor will I ever be someone’s arm candy. For him to get pissed at me for dancing with his brother and sister is ridiculous. Then for him to even imagine that I would be okay with another girl hanging on him? I don’t know what he is thinking.
I’m so thankful I haven’t had sex with him. To think I was going to say we could renegotiate the deal tonight. Yet under all my anger, I’m hurt. I fucking love the douche and that’s what has me the most upset. I’ve allowed myself to care when I knew it was a bad idea from the beginning.
The driver drops me off in front of the shelter, and when I pay the fare, I tip him an extra $50 to forget where he dropped me, for at least an hour. The peeling paint and barred windows make me glad that I’m not staying overnight. Built back in the twenties, the place looks as though no one has taken care of it in a long time.
With my bag in hand, I walk into the dark foyer to speak with the lady at the front desk. Her eyes bore into me as I cross the floor and she clutches an old, beat-up telephone. Her cautious nature has me checking behind me to see if anyone has followed me inside.
“I was wondering if you have a place I can change clothes?” I ask.
“Um, sure.” She points to the left of me, and drags the phone closer to her chest. “The bathroom is right through that door.”
“Thanks.”
Locking the door behind me, I waste no time changing clothes and hurrying back outside. I make my way to the bus stop at the corner, and while I wait, my eyes make a steady sweep of the area. I don’t want anyone sneaking up on me and trying to force me to go back.
Though the wait seems forever, the city bus pulls up only a few minutes later. As I make my way to an empty seat, I catch the attention of a group of guys my age. It’s not hard to tell they’re talking about me by the way they keep glancing in my direction. I have to admit they’re not a bad looking group of guys. The hottest one decides to come hit on me, and at another time in my life, I would have fucked him six ways to Sunday, but not today.
“Hey babe.” His deep voice sends a tingle through me. I didn’t expect that.
I roll my eyes while checking him out on the sly. I take in his light brown hair and his equally brown eyes. The look in his eyes betrays a warmth that shows he runs deeper than the tough guy persona he is trying to portray. There is no doubt this guy can survive on the streets if he needs to but he also
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