slimy wet trail. My legs shake, my vagina throbs, and as I bend down to put my leggings back on, his seed drips down my thigh.
“Do you have a Kleenex?” I snip, straightening so he can see the massive amount of milky white cum drip out of me.
“Christ.” He scrubs his hands up and down his face, then drops them as his eyes rake over my body.
This is exactly why I never get close to people, why I’m turning twenty in less than a month and I’m only having sex now. Something always goes wrong.
Bad luck.
All I want to do is get away from him and these emotions. “Never mind.” My hands shake as I try to slip my legs into my dance pants.
“Just stop.” He sighs and takes out his knife to cut the bottom of his T-shirt off. Squatting down, he cleans me.
It’s so uncomfortable. He doesn’t say anything; it’s not needed. This is almost pathetic in how cliché it is. He fucked me and now he’s done. He warned me he wasn’t good, but he’s the absolute worst.
“Thank you.” I slap his hands away. His giant cock has dumped so much sperm inside me that more trickles out. We’ll be here all day.
My legs are working again as I pull on my dance pants. Grabbing one tennis shoe, I spin around to find the other one that I guess I kicked a few feet away.
He lights up a cigarette and I can’t help but roll my eyes. Asshole.
“Let’s go.” He bites down on the tip of the cigarette as he starts up his bike.
“No thanks. I need to walk. You go ahead. I know you’re a busy man.” I hate that the bitterness is so obvious in my voice, but the more I look at his beautiful face, the more I hate him.
I toss off his jacket and start walking. This stings. In fact, it sucks. And as soon as I’m alone, I’ll cry over him, but at least it’s better to have the pain now.
He catches the jacket. I wanted it to hit him in the face. Unfortunately he has great reflexes.
“Get on. I don’t have time for this childish shit.” He walks the bike toward me. The sun is so blinding that without his helmet, I have to shield the light from my eyes.
“Look. I’m trying to make this easy for you. You helped me out yesterday. You got what you wanted, and I got what I wanted. But now it’s done,” I say as I march to stand under a tree.
“If you make me get off the bike, Antoinette, it won’t be pleasant. Put on my jacket and my helmet and get the fuck on. Your skin is already turning red.”
When he throws the jacket back at me, thankfully I catch it. We both stare at each other as if at war, his eyes shooting daggers at me while I’m trying to catch my breath.
He needs to get us out of here, so I slip on the jacket and walk toward him. He dumps the helmet on me and knocks my hands away to fasten it under my chin.
I don’t care what he thinks, and I wasn’t joking—he helped me and now I’m done. But first, I need to get off this hill.
ANTOINETTE
This time it seemed way longer to get out of Griffith Park than it did coming in. And even longer of a drive to get to the diner he’s finally pulling into.
Out Takes Diner.
Great. Exactly where I want to eat. Another diner.
Although I’m starving and I should be happy to be fed, I thought he was gonna drop me off and say good luck. So, the fact that we’re getting off the bike to eat is fantastic. Not quite sure what time it is, but if the heat coming through his leather jacket is any indication, I would say we’re getting near noon. Hopping to the pavement, I jerk the helmet off and toss it to him.
“Hold on a second.” He grabs my arm before I can march into the place.
“What?” I ask, my voice sharp. If he says anything mean right now, I may get violent with him. He looks at me as if judging to see how I’ll react.
“Don’t make a scene,” he says under his voice, taking my hand. As he opens the door, I almost sigh as the cool air hits my hot face.
“I need the restroom.” But he still holds on to me as he nods at