![]() ![]() My dick is, at least.Īnother shoe flies, and she screams in frustration as she snatches the pale pink lace bra from atop the lamp. But sometimes the list is boring, and I'm a “live life on the edge” kinda guy. This is what happens when you stray from the list. You know, the list that you call and faithfully, they answer. This is why I rarely hook up outside of "the list". We’d discussed this, in length-or at least I thought we had-before she’d dropped to her knees and made me forget my own name. I'm sorry, I'm not a relationship kinda guy," I mutter, my brow furrowed in confusion. Well, minus the heel she just tried to impale me with. "You're an asshole, Hayes!" the blonde from last night cries as she stomps around my penthouse, collecting her discarded scraps of clothing from various surfaces. ![]() I duck just as a high heel sails past my head, barely missing, and hits the wall behind me with a loud thud. Usually, I don't have to work this hard, but a woman scorned.… ![]() ![]() "Sweetheart, don't be like that," I coo, amping up the charm that God has so graciously given me. Famous last words, if there ever were any. ![]()
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