technically make me what I had become.
A semi truck buzzed past me on the road, and I gripped the wheel. Kesha belted out my jams, and I felt pretty darn good.
“Hello Eva,” said a tenor voice.
“God damn it. Not you again.”
I glanced over at the passenger seat and there he sat, naked to the waist exposing his chest, abdomen and arms of lean, oiled muscle. His lower half was wrapped in a red print sarong that showed a noticeable bulge under the thin fabric. I rolled my eyes and looked back at the road.
“How many times do I have to tell you. I’m not going to fuck you , you half-demon freak.”
“ Everything will work better when you do,” he said flipping through the MP3s on my new phone.
“Hey, don’t touch that,” I said, slapping his hand.
He pulled it back with mock injury. A sly grin grew on his face.
“Eva. Dear. I’ve come such a long way. It is you who has summoned me . I must be with you. I have no choice.”
“Not with the lame ass story again,” I said, glaring at him hard so he knew I didn’t give a crap what he “must” do.
“Why must you resist me so? It pains my heart.”
I groaned and rolled my eyes, barely able to keep my focus on the road for how annoyed I was. I snapped my eyes back on the road. The car motored south, and I stared straight forward. We sat in silence as we whizzed past open fields. I felt hungry when I saw a sign for fast food in Olympia.
I took the exit and waited at a red light. He sat silently in the passenger seat, then said, “ What up, yo?” When he changed the way he talked like that it made me insane. I growled again.
“I’m getting a burger. You might want to put a shirt on.”
The light turned green, and I pulled onto the street lined with the fast food restaurants. When I looked over at him again he was dressed in saggy jeans, boots, and an over-sized red sweatshirt.
“Much better,” I said, under my breath.
“I’m so pleased it pleases you.”
“Would you stop it!”
“What?”
“One minute you talk like some dude from a movie with big dresses and the next you talk all street.”
“That’s just how I roll.” He laughed like ha ha ha ha.
I pulled into a Wendy’s drive thru and waited behind a line of cars. I looked over at his chiseled face. His skin was bronzed tan and highlights streaked his spiky, tousled chestnut hair. His strong chin had a day of stubble. He had full lips, high cheekbones, and piercing black eyes. I already knew he stood over six feet tall.
“What do you want , freak?” I said after fully drinking him in.
“Fries and a vanilla milkshake, if you please,” he said, smirking.
I gave him a warning glare. I pulled up to the menu and ordered our food. When we got to the order window, the girl stared at Balthazar for way too long, and I gave her a step-off bitch look. I handed my traveling companion his food and beverage and got back on the highway.
We drove along slurping our milkshakes. The salty fries and greasy burger filled my empty stomach. I felt much friendlier after eating. Baltazar looked satisfied and set his milkshake cup in the holder and leaned back in his seat.
I supposed he wasn’t so bad. A guy like him could come in handy while doing my strip-club tour. After Julia gave me the car and the gold card, I didn’t really need the money anymore. But I needed something to do with my life, some kind of focus to keep me from going bat shit crazy. Might as well let him tag along.
“So, Balthazar. I’ve decided to let you be my bodyguard.”
“That’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout, yo.”
“ Hey, freakazoid, pick a time frame.”
“My humble apologies. But the rouge of your face is ever so attractive when you are miffed.”
I growled again and stared at the road. His way of talking was beyond annoying.
“Is there something else I can call you because your name just screams freak-fest.”
“You may call me Zar.”
“Like a Russian Emperor? Not a chance.”
“It’s good to
A semi truck buzzed past me on the road, and I gripped the wheel. Kesha belted out my jams, and I felt pretty darn good.
“Hello Eva,” said a tenor voice.
“God damn it. Not you again.”
I glanced over at the passenger seat and there he sat, naked to the waist exposing his chest, abdomen and arms of lean, oiled muscle. His lower half was wrapped in a red print sarong that showed a noticeable bulge under the thin fabric. I rolled my eyes and looked back at the road.
“How many times do I have to tell you. I’m not going to fuck you , you half-demon freak.”
“ Everything will work better when you do,” he said flipping through the MP3s on my new phone.
“Hey, don’t touch that,” I said, slapping his hand.
He pulled it back with mock injury. A sly grin grew on his face.
“Eva. Dear. I’ve come such a long way. It is you who has summoned me . I must be with you. I have no choice.”
“Not with the lame ass story again,” I said, glaring at him hard so he knew I didn’t give a crap what he “must” do.
“Why must you resist me so? It pains my heart.”
I groaned and rolled my eyes, barely able to keep my focus on the road for how annoyed I was. I snapped my eyes back on the road. The car motored south, and I stared straight forward. We sat in silence as we whizzed past open fields. I felt hungry when I saw a sign for fast food in Olympia.
I took the exit and waited at a red light. He sat silently in the passenger seat, then said, “ What up, yo?” When he changed the way he talked like that it made me insane. I growled again.
“I’m getting a burger. You might want to put a shirt on.”
The light turned green, and I pulled onto the street lined with the fast food restaurants. When I looked over at him again he was dressed in saggy jeans, boots, and an over-sized red sweatshirt.
“Much better,” I said, under my breath.
“I’m so pleased it pleases you.”
“Would you stop it!”
“What?”
“One minute you talk like some dude from a movie with big dresses and the next you talk all street.”
“That’s just how I roll.” He laughed like ha ha ha ha.
I pulled into a Wendy’s drive thru and waited behind a line of cars. I looked over at his chiseled face. His skin was bronzed tan and highlights streaked his spiky, tousled chestnut hair. His strong chin had a day of stubble. He had full lips, high cheekbones, and piercing black eyes. I already knew he stood over six feet tall.
“What do you want , freak?” I said after fully drinking him in.
“Fries and a vanilla milkshake, if you please,” he said, smirking.
I gave him a warning glare. I pulled up to the menu and ordered our food. When we got to the order window, the girl stared at Balthazar for way too long, and I gave her a step-off bitch look. I handed my traveling companion his food and beverage and got back on the highway.
We drove along slurping our milkshakes. The salty fries and greasy burger filled my empty stomach. I felt much friendlier after eating. Baltazar looked satisfied and set his milkshake cup in the holder and leaned back in his seat.
I supposed he wasn’t so bad. A guy like him could come in handy while doing my strip-club tour. After Julia gave me the car and the gold card, I didn’t really need the money anymore. But I needed something to do with my life, some kind of focus to keep me from going bat shit crazy. Might as well let him tag along.
“So, Balthazar. I’ve decided to let you be my bodyguard.”
“That’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout, yo.”
“ Hey, freakazoid, pick a time frame.”
“My humble apologies. But the rouge of your face is ever so attractive when you are miffed.”
I growled again and stared at the road. His way of talking was beyond annoying.
“Is there something else I can call you because your name just screams freak-fest.”
“You may call me Zar.”
“Like a Russian Emperor? Not a chance.”
“It’s good to
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