like she cared about me. Fucking crazy girl.
"I don't know him. And I'm not bothered with him right now," I said in an irritated voice.
"Look at the corner table! Both of them are sitting there," she hissed.
Instantly, I turned my head. Rose was right. Julie and Tony were sitting right by us.
My eyes fixated on Julie. She looked gorgeous. She had loosened her hair and placed the locks on her shoulder. She looked nothing like Tonya. Her lush lips were moving, and I wished I could kiss them.
I shook my head. What the hell I was thinking? I hated her, and all I could think about was kissing those red lips. And the dimple on her cheek. It was killing me with every smile she shared with Tony. Damn, why was she talking with that guy? She should be with me, sitting in front of me, sharing something funny.
But instead I had Rose, drinking the wine from my glass, irritating me with her nonsensical blabber. I remembered this is why I only fucked high class girls, they know manners, and they don't come behind you blabbering all the nonsense in the world. But Julie was something different. She amazed the heck out of me. She was opposite of what I believed she was. When girls knew who I was, they always jumped on me for some or other benefit. But Julie, she fought with me for what was right.
I could clearly see the smile on Julie's face, and it was mesmerizing. I wish I was sitting next to her, looking in those purple eyes.
No. She looks like Tonya. I can't feel attracted to her. She isn’t for me. But I was losing myself. She was taking more than enough interest in that jerk Tony. She was my trainer. Only mine.
I was falling into a trap. Today is Monday, and you have to fuck someone’s brains out. That's how you forget her.
I looked at Rose. She was talking to me, unknown to fact that I didn't care for a single word she said. She was disgusting. I couldn't sleep with her. No, she can't be the one for this Monday. I had no one else to fuck, and every moment I sat there, I got irritated by looking at Julie enjoying her date with Tony.
I stood and threw a hundred-dollar bill at Rose. "Keep the change." I had no reason to be there, and no reason to eat from that fucking, nasty old hotel.
I heard Rose calling my name when I walked away, but I didn't care. I needed a long ride on my bike. But when I reached it, I found the back tire was flat.
"Fuck you." I bit my lower lip. I needed the ride to calm down. But the bike was fucking dead.
I called up my butler to get the bike back to my house. I couldn't leave it there.
Now, I had to take a cab or walk.
Instead, I ran to my house. It was just a few miles. I looked like a fool, running in a business formal, but I didn't care. I ran until my lungs gave up, until I felt my sweat dripping on my shirt inside the jacket. I cared about nothing.
When I stopped, I saw my uncle’s house. It was a big old house, and I used to love it when I was young.
What the fuck am I doing here? I had lived here, until Tonya left me. When she was gone, I left the house, and bought another one. But my Uncle Sam was too old and stubborn to leave. He chose to live in the old house.
"Noah, is that you?" Uncle Sam walked outside from the front door. He looked older in the night lights.
"Yes, Uncle Sam. It's me.”
"You’ve been gone for a while. I wondered if you even cared about this old fella." He chuckled, flashing his artificial teeth.
"Come on, Sam. How could I forget you so easily?”
"Come inside. You could use a drink or two."
"Maybe some other time, Sam. I'm in a hurry." He reminded me of the mistake I made in my life, the mistake of trusting Tonya. So better I don't indulge too much in any conversation with him.
"I don't see your car, or your bike. And you’re dripping wet. Were you running in business suit?"
He was an old uncle, but his mind was sharp. I shrugged.
"I guess you can use my car to go to your house. But first come inside and have a drink. You’re here, and I wouldn't
"I don't know him. And I'm not bothered with him right now," I said in an irritated voice.
"Look at the corner table! Both of them are sitting there," she hissed.
Instantly, I turned my head. Rose was right. Julie and Tony were sitting right by us.
My eyes fixated on Julie. She looked gorgeous. She had loosened her hair and placed the locks on her shoulder. She looked nothing like Tonya. Her lush lips were moving, and I wished I could kiss them.
I shook my head. What the hell I was thinking? I hated her, and all I could think about was kissing those red lips. And the dimple on her cheek. It was killing me with every smile she shared with Tony. Damn, why was she talking with that guy? She should be with me, sitting in front of me, sharing something funny.
But instead I had Rose, drinking the wine from my glass, irritating me with her nonsensical blabber. I remembered this is why I only fucked high class girls, they know manners, and they don't come behind you blabbering all the nonsense in the world. But Julie was something different. She amazed the heck out of me. She was opposite of what I believed she was. When girls knew who I was, they always jumped on me for some or other benefit. But Julie, she fought with me for what was right.
I could clearly see the smile on Julie's face, and it was mesmerizing. I wish I was sitting next to her, looking in those purple eyes.
No. She looks like Tonya. I can't feel attracted to her. She isn’t for me. But I was losing myself. She was taking more than enough interest in that jerk Tony. She was my trainer. Only mine.
I was falling into a trap. Today is Monday, and you have to fuck someone’s brains out. That's how you forget her.
I looked at Rose. She was talking to me, unknown to fact that I didn't care for a single word she said. She was disgusting. I couldn't sleep with her. No, she can't be the one for this Monday. I had no one else to fuck, and every moment I sat there, I got irritated by looking at Julie enjoying her date with Tony.
I stood and threw a hundred-dollar bill at Rose. "Keep the change." I had no reason to be there, and no reason to eat from that fucking, nasty old hotel.
I heard Rose calling my name when I walked away, but I didn't care. I needed a long ride on my bike. But when I reached it, I found the back tire was flat.
"Fuck you." I bit my lower lip. I needed the ride to calm down. But the bike was fucking dead.
I called up my butler to get the bike back to my house. I couldn't leave it there.
Now, I had to take a cab or walk.
Instead, I ran to my house. It was just a few miles. I looked like a fool, running in a business formal, but I didn't care. I ran until my lungs gave up, until I felt my sweat dripping on my shirt inside the jacket. I cared about nothing.
When I stopped, I saw my uncle’s house. It was a big old house, and I used to love it when I was young.
What the fuck am I doing here? I had lived here, until Tonya left me. When she was gone, I left the house, and bought another one. But my Uncle Sam was too old and stubborn to leave. He chose to live in the old house.
"Noah, is that you?" Uncle Sam walked outside from the front door. He looked older in the night lights.
"Yes, Uncle Sam. It's me.”
"You’ve been gone for a while. I wondered if you even cared about this old fella." He chuckled, flashing his artificial teeth.
"Come on, Sam. How could I forget you so easily?”
"Come inside. You could use a drink or two."
"Maybe some other time, Sam. I'm in a hurry." He reminded me of the mistake I made in my life, the mistake of trusting Tonya. So better I don't indulge too much in any conversation with him.
"I don't see your car, or your bike. And you’re dripping wet. Were you running in business suit?"
He was an old uncle, but his mind was sharp. I shrugged.
"I guess you can use my car to go to your house. But first come inside and have a drink. You’re here, and I wouldn't
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