tried to devise a plan to avoid Bettina. I think it’s time to get rid of the “live in”. I have stayed with her out of convenience, but it just wasn’t that convenient anymore. I felt good about the day, and the thought of going home to that crazy bitch made me want to drive off a cliff. When Bo and I entered the apartment, it was empty. She called and left a message telling me she would meet me at the club later tonight.
I went for a run with Bo and relaxed before getting ready and leaving for the club. I was exhausted and the club didn’t sound appealing to me tonight, but I knew once I got there, the sights would make me feel differently, and most likely brighten my extremely tired mood. I needed a diversion; I was having a hard time relaxing. My mind was wrapped around Katarina.
Chapter Four
The place was slow tonight, and the bar area quiet. I positioned myself in the corner across from the main entrance. I visited with the bartender and one of the bouncers. I drank my shots of whiskey while I waited for Bettina. I was feeling aggressive at the club tonight, but couldn’t pinpoint why. Bettina was nowhere, but that was a positive.
Right?
The redhead from the other night was approaching with a man I assumed was her boyfriend. I only knew that because of the way he continued to mean-mug me. I smiled and nodded, thinking “
asshole
.” She was wearing a see-through nightie, displaying her curvy body, and I couldn’t give a fuck what he was wearing. She stopped inches from me. Her boyfriend stepped in between us. Her voice had to travel over his body.
“So where is Bettina? Are you two fighting again?” She said this while sticking her head around him and smirking. I was amazed at how this cute girl could be just like Bettina. She was provoking me. She was a complete, manipulative bitch. I shot a glance and a nod at her boyfriend, silently asking him to take care of her mouth, but he sent me a smug ‘fuck you’ look back.
“No, she’s meeting me here.” I didn’t owe her a response. She made my anger start to rage and I glanced at her male companion again, wondering who wore the big boy pants in the relationship.
“I’m Jason. Chelsea told me
afterwards
that she had a boyfriend.” I stuck my hand out to shake his. “I would’ve never fucked her if I knew she was taken.” She flinched and he just held a dead stare.
After a long moment, he stuck his hand out and said, “Maybe we could find a way to make it even.” He smiled a hateful smile. “My name’s Red.”
I remembered hearing about this guy from Brad. This guy was hardcore sadistic. I looked at the girl.
Shit, I didn’t see that coming. Yep, just like Bettina, she let us fuck her to piss him off
.
My eyes got diverted as Bettina came up to the bar from one of the playrooms, following closely behind a female brunette. They paused, and the brunette winked at me before turning back to Bettina to tongue her right in front of me. The make out scene caused so much attention the bar literally grew quiet.
What the heck, was she counting her teeth with her tongue?
My jaw clenched shut, annoyed with the fucking games Bettina always played. I closed the distance between us in a matter of seconds, ripping her from her female companion and shifting her up against the bar, creating an even bigger scene.
“Are you done?” My voice was laced with irritation. She smiled, amused, enjoying the rise she was getting out of me a bit too much. Her hair was a mess and her hazel eyes glossed over.
“Just getting started; you’re up next.” Her overconfident smugness was causing my skin to crawl. I pressed my body against hers, smashing her against the bar. I leaned down close enough to smell her breath, firmly grabbing her chin and shifting it up in one swift move.
“What are you on, Bettina?” She violently shook her head out of my hand. “I told you it was over if you did any more drugs. What the
fuck
are you on?” She froze at my loud voice
I went for a run with Bo and relaxed before getting ready and leaving for the club. I was exhausted and the club didn’t sound appealing to me tonight, but I knew once I got there, the sights would make me feel differently, and most likely brighten my extremely tired mood. I needed a diversion; I was having a hard time relaxing. My mind was wrapped around Katarina.
Chapter Four
The place was slow tonight, and the bar area quiet. I positioned myself in the corner across from the main entrance. I visited with the bartender and one of the bouncers. I drank my shots of whiskey while I waited for Bettina. I was feeling aggressive at the club tonight, but couldn’t pinpoint why. Bettina was nowhere, but that was a positive.
Right?
The redhead from the other night was approaching with a man I assumed was her boyfriend. I only knew that because of the way he continued to mean-mug me. I smiled and nodded, thinking “
asshole
.” She was wearing a see-through nightie, displaying her curvy body, and I couldn’t give a fuck what he was wearing. She stopped inches from me. Her boyfriend stepped in between us. Her voice had to travel over his body.
“So where is Bettina? Are you two fighting again?” She said this while sticking her head around him and smirking. I was amazed at how this cute girl could be just like Bettina. She was provoking me. She was a complete, manipulative bitch. I shot a glance and a nod at her boyfriend, silently asking him to take care of her mouth, but he sent me a smug ‘fuck you’ look back.
“No, she’s meeting me here.” I didn’t owe her a response. She made my anger start to rage and I glanced at her male companion again, wondering who wore the big boy pants in the relationship.
“I’m Jason. Chelsea told me
afterwards
that she had a boyfriend.” I stuck my hand out to shake his. “I would’ve never fucked her if I knew she was taken.” She flinched and he just held a dead stare.
After a long moment, he stuck his hand out and said, “Maybe we could find a way to make it even.” He smiled a hateful smile. “My name’s Red.”
I remembered hearing about this guy from Brad. This guy was hardcore sadistic. I looked at the girl.
Shit, I didn’t see that coming. Yep, just like Bettina, she let us fuck her to piss him off
.
My eyes got diverted as Bettina came up to the bar from one of the playrooms, following closely behind a female brunette. They paused, and the brunette winked at me before turning back to Bettina to tongue her right in front of me. The make out scene caused so much attention the bar literally grew quiet.
What the heck, was she counting her teeth with her tongue?
My jaw clenched shut, annoyed with the fucking games Bettina always played. I closed the distance between us in a matter of seconds, ripping her from her female companion and shifting her up against the bar, creating an even bigger scene.
“Are you done?” My voice was laced with irritation. She smiled, amused, enjoying the rise she was getting out of me a bit too much. Her hair was a mess and her hazel eyes glossed over.
“Just getting started; you’re up next.” Her overconfident smugness was causing my skin to crawl. I pressed my body against hers, smashing her against the bar. I leaned down close enough to smell her breath, firmly grabbing her chin and shifting it up in one swift move.
“What are you on, Bettina?” She violently shook her head out of my hand. “I told you it was over if you did any more drugs. What the
fuck
are you on?” She froze at my loud voice
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