lawn.
“Get the fuck out,” I snap at
him. “No one gets forced against their will here.”
“That bitch wanted it,” he
protests as he climbs to his feet. “She was asking for it.”
I shake my head. “The
last time I checked, no means no. It’s not a new way of asking for it.
Get the fuck out of here.”
The guy looks at me again,
recognizes who I am, and then stalks away without another word. I grab a
pool towel and wrap it around the girl’s shoulders.
Her skimpy uniform, which was
barely there in the first place, is hanging around her waist now, apparently
ripped in their scuffle. She seems self-conscious but honestly, I barely
notice. She’s young and has perky tits, but so do thousands of other
women. She doesn’t do much for me. Mostly because I know she’d
offer herself on a platter if I wanted her to. I briefly consider
inviting her to join Kira and I, but don’t. She’s drunk, and even if
she’s too drunk to remember it, she’d just been almost violated.
“You okay?” I ask
gruffly. She nods, sniveling, just as another girl, a gorgeous blonde in
a matching uniform, rushes up.
“Holy shit, Kaylie. What the
hell happened?”
The blonde is obviously
alarmed, concerned, and while Kaylie explains about the asshole, I turn to
disappear back into the shadows. Regardless of my profession, I try to
stay out of the spotlight when the cameras aren’t rolling. Unfortunately,
I only make it partway before Kaylie grabs my arm, then wraps herself around my
waist.
“Thank you,” she tells me
shakily, her arms like thin bands, not giving me room to even squirm. I
stare down at her, looking past her tear-smeared eyeliner to look into her
panicky eyes.
“It’s not a problem. But
you need to stay out of situations like that. There won’t always be someone to
step in and save you.”
From her shocked expression, I
decide that I might’ve been a little too hard on her. But shit. Women
have to be more careful. She can’t parade around in barely any clothes,
have rough sex with a stranger and just expect him to be a gentleman.
Men, by and large, aren’t gentlemen. We’re assholes.
Kaylie stares at me, too drunk
or high to even respond. But her friend isn’t so silent.
Big brown eyes snap at me
angrily. “Why are you lecturing her? She was just assaulted, in
case you didn’t notice.”
I roll my eyes.
“Is that what you call
it? She was having rough sex with that asshole right out in the open,
when she was supposed to be working, I might add. It looked to me like it
was an incident that just got out of control. I stopped it for her. You’re
welcome.”
Gorgeous Blonde stares at me
dumbfounded. “Are you trying to insinuate that she’s not a victim, that
it was her fault this happened?”
I sigh. “Of course
not. I’m saying that she shouldn’t have been encouraging a drunk stranger
to be rough with her in the first place. Good night.”
I start to walk away, but
apparently she’s not done.
“Who the fuck do you think you
are?” she demands. “You might not have heard, but you really shouldn’t
blame the victim.”
“I’m not blaming- “ I begin, but I’m interrupted by her gasp as I step fully
into the light and she sees my face.
“Holy shit,” she breathes. “You’re
Dominic fucking Kinkaide.”
I can’t help but smile, just a
little, just enough to pull the corners of my mouth up. “Dominic will do. I
tend to drop the ‘fucking’. Unless of course, I’m actually fucking.”
She smiles a breathtaking smile
that should affect me. The girl is stacked, has legs that go on for
miles, and is wearing next to nothing. She should affect me. But
she doesn’t. Because nothing affects me anymore. I’m jaded as fuck.
“I’ve heard you’re trouble,”
she announces matter-of-factly, eyeing me up and down with a slow gaze and fire
in her eyes. “That’s lucky, because I happen to like
“Get the fuck out,” I snap at
him. “No one gets forced against their will here.”
“That bitch wanted it,” he
protests as he climbs to his feet. “She was asking for it.”
I shake my head. “The
last time I checked, no means no. It’s not a new way of asking for it.
Get the fuck out of here.”
The guy looks at me again,
recognizes who I am, and then stalks away without another word. I grab a
pool towel and wrap it around the girl’s shoulders.
Her skimpy uniform, which was
barely there in the first place, is hanging around her waist now, apparently
ripped in their scuffle. She seems self-conscious but honestly, I barely
notice. She’s young and has perky tits, but so do thousands of other
women. She doesn’t do much for me. Mostly because I know she’d
offer herself on a platter if I wanted her to. I briefly consider
inviting her to join Kira and I, but don’t. She’s drunk, and even if
she’s too drunk to remember it, she’d just been almost violated.
“You okay?” I ask
gruffly. She nods, sniveling, just as another girl, a gorgeous blonde in
a matching uniform, rushes up.
“Holy shit, Kaylie. What the
hell happened?”
The blonde is obviously
alarmed, concerned, and while Kaylie explains about the asshole, I turn to
disappear back into the shadows. Regardless of my profession, I try to
stay out of the spotlight when the cameras aren’t rolling. Unfortunately,
I only make it partway before Kaylie grabs my arm, then wraps herself around my
waist.
“Thank you,” she tells me
shakily, her arms like thin bands, not giving me room to even squirm. I
stare down at her, looking past her tear-smeared eyeliner to look into her
panicky eyes.
“It’s not a problem. But
you need to stay out of situations like that. There won’t always be someone to
step in and save you.”
From her shocked expression, I
decide that I might’ve been a little too hard on her. But shit. Women
have to be more careful. She can’t parade around in barely any clothes,
have rough sex with a stranger and just expect him to be a gentleman.
Men, by and large, aren’t gentlemen. We’re assholes.
Kaylie stares at me, too drunk
or high to even respond. But her friend isn’t so silent.
Big brown eyes snap at me
angrily. “Why are you lecturing her? She was just assaulted, in
case you didn’t notice.”
I roll my eyes.
“Is that what you call
it? She was having rough sex with that asshole right out in the open,
when she was supposed to be working, I might add. It looked to me like it
was an incident that just got out of control. I stopped it for her. You’re
welcome.”
Gorgeous Blonde stares at me
dumbfounded. “Are you trying to insinuate that she’s not a victim, that
it was her fault this happened?”
I sigh. “Of course
not. I’m saying that she shouldn’t have been encouraging a drunk stranger
to be rough with her in the first place. Good night.”
I start to walk away, but
apparently she’s not done.
“Who the fuck do you think you
are?” she demands. “You might not have heard, but you really shouldn’t
blame the victim.”
“I’m not blaming- “ I begin, but I’m interrupted by her gasp as I step fully
into the light and she sees my face.
“Holy shit,” she breathes. “You’re
Dominic fucking Kinkaide.”
I can’t help but smile, just a
little, just enough to pull the corners of my mouth up. “Dominic will do. I
tend to drop the ‘fucking’. Unless of course, I’m actually fucking.”
She smiles a breathtaking smile
that should affect me. The girl is stacked, has legs that go on for
miles, and is wearing next to nothing. She should affect me. But
she doesn’t. Because nothing affects me anymore. I’m jaded as fuck.
“I’ve heard you’re trouble,”
she announces matter-of-factly, eyeing me up and down with a slow gaze and fire
in her eyes. “That’s lucky, because I happen to like
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