EroticReverie

Colt Kingsley

She was still so angry with me, and had every right to be. It wasn't her fault that woemn had previously used me and I had an issue with trusting anyone at all. It had been a dick move to throw money at her and demand she take her clothes off. Maybe it was my way of testing her, but that look on her face when I'd tossed money at her. I'd hurt her feelings. I was an asshole, but not that kind of asshole. 

"Well go on, fucking speak." She says, crossing her arms as she looks up at me through her long lashes , her tits heaving from the top of that tiny little red fucking dress she has on. Not what I'd choose for her.

"You look like hell on heels in that fucking dress." I exhale. 

She just blinks.

"Great talk. " She says and turns and I grab her arm and she shrugs me off and turns and glares at me. 

"Don't touch me." She seethes through her gritted teeth. 

"You." She says and poked me in the chest. 

"Don't. Get. To . Fucking. Touch. Me" she says stabbing her red painted fingernail into my chest with each word. 

"You drive me crazy" I exhale. God, this talk was not going well. But I couldn tthink straight right now, it'd been weeks without seing her, and thinking of only her. How she smells, her voice, her laugh and playful teasing, and her ability to turn every head in a room, and the way she chose to only keep her head turned to me. 

"Do you have anything to actually say to me Colt? Or are you just here to-"

"Will you just be fucking quiet?" I grit my teeth. 

Her brows pinch and her jaw drops. 

"Wow, you're REALLY good at apologies."  She says and then mutters. "Fucking dick." 

She turns again and goes to reach for her door. I slap my hands to the roof of her little rust bucket car.

"Colt seriously, just let me g-" she says and goes to turn. 

"Dont turn around." I exhale against the back of her head. 

"I cant think straight looking at you." I say and she stops turning and stands there. 

"You've got one minute Colt." she says quietly, and I drop my head to the side of her face, my mouth against her ear.

"When Marsha told me you were with another man tonight....I wanted to fucking show up and drag you from his company" 

"It's my job. I've been with several men since-"

"God, be quiet" I exhale. "Please" I say pleading with a harsh breath and my mouth skirts her earlobe.

"God, I bet you make all of them feel like this." I growl slightly and brush my lips on her neck and place a soft kiss on her skin and she sucks in a breath. 

"Like what?" she asks quietly and I see the goosebumps on her arms, hear the shake in her breath. 

"You make them all feel like it's possible.." I whisper, and my hand slides off the car, and goes to her hip and she exhales. 

"like...what's possible?" she asks. 

"You. Like you're possible. Like they can truly have you. Like more than just your company is possible...like they could keep you....you make them want you the way I do...don't you Sera?" I ask and she whimpers slightly, my other hand going to her shoulder, sliding down her arm softly. 

"but they can't have you....it's all an illusion....you're so fucking good at your job Sera....you make us feel like you actually enjoy our company...our time..." I say. 

"I never meant to hurt your feelings..." I whisper as I play with the thin strap of her dress, letting my finger slide under it, sliding back and forth under it. 

"You didn't." she says.  I ignore the lie she's telling me, or telling herself. 

"Tell me.....tell me it wasn't just a job when you were with me...that you enjoyed my company as much as I enjoyed yours..." I say and kiss her neck and she whimpers slightly.

"I sent you your fucking money back, didn't i?" she huffs and I nod. 

"You did." I whisper. 

"I'm sorry I was cruel to you, it won't happen again" I tell her and she swallows. 

"Let me take you home with me." I whisper.

She shakes her head.

"Please." I whisper. 

"I'll pay you or not pay you, I'll touch you or not touch you, I'll do whatever the fuck you want Seraphina...I just want you tonight...I want you to be mine tonight." I say and she bites her lip, I nudge her ear with my nose.

"Say yes." I whisper. 

"not tonight...i....i need to think" she says.

"about what?" I ask. 

"Im still mad at you" she says.

"You need to think about being mad at me? You can do that while with me ...let me put you in my fucking bed beside me tonight Sera....let me have you for more than a few hours..." 

She shakes her head. 

"No....not tonight" 

"yes. tonight" I whisper. My hand sliding down her arm. 

"no" she says and turns and looks up at me and pushes my hands away.

"If I come with you, then that means you win." she says angrily and glares at me. 

"I win?" I ask, slightly amused.

"It's not funny. Yes. You win. You get to hire the escort, treat her like shit, and then come back whispering and kissing on her just to get your fucking way, because you know I fucking like you!" She says and shoves me on my chest. 

"You were a dick that night and you're being a dick again now!" She says and I take a deep breath. 

"I just want you-" i start to speak

"Yeah YOU just want me, I fucking know. But you HAD me, and you threw money at me like I was a dumb hooker. Do you know how shitty you made me feel? Because if any other guy did that? I wouldnt fucking care, I'd be able to snatch the money, and sleep just fine at night. But you? I fucking LIKED you. And I thought you were different, because I didnt have to pretend with you, it didnt feel like a fucking job to be with you. And you...were such a fucking asshole Colt." she says and her eyes water. 

"Sera.." I say and she shakes her head and swipes her cheeks. 

"I may be just a whore to you Colt, but I'm not stupid. I won't be stupid." she says. She sniffs and lifts her chin. 

"Any time I spend with you now.....would feel like a job. Because I don't want to see you anymore. You want my time? Then you pay for it. Like everyone else. But I promise you...I'll be faking my attraction to you the entire time, and I'll hate every fucking second of it, knowing I'm with the man who made me feel like the cheapest and dirtiest I've ever felt. So you want to see me? Go ahead, I'll tell Marsha to schedule you in. And I'm going to take your money this time. Because you...are a fucking job to me now." She says. I swallow hard, my jaw clenching. I know she's throwing up walls, know she doesnt mean it. Or ...maybe she does.

"Goodnight Colt." she says and this time I step back, letting her get in her car. And without another look at me, she starts her engine and drives off.