Pyke

Chapter 2

PYKE

For the umpteenth times, I chuckle and shake my head in disbelief to what had happened earlier. What she did to me almost piss me off, but for some reason, I can’t.

I’ve been sitting in my office where I just pressed that Brittany girl against the door. I gently rub my swollen and warm left cheek. Cringing, I press the cold bottled water on my affected face.

I’m more of a one-night stand kind of guy. I’ve never slept with the same woman twice. I make sure she knows that it’s only a one-time thing before I fuck her. I love sex, but I also love my life, and I don’t want a complicated relationship to complicate my life.

My mind goes back to that brunette. She’s hot as fuck, but she’s also furious as hell, and I don’t even know why she’s so pissed at me.

I pull up my boxers after taking off the used condom and throws it to the bin.

“Thanks for tonight, lover boy!” the girl purrs seductively, biting her bottom lip. She’s attractive, but she’s just my flavor for tonight.

“You’re welcome, babe. Close the door after you,” I say casually.

“We can do it again some other time, you know,” she suggests, zipping her dress up.

“You know me already, Brandy. I don’t do that kind of thing.”

She shoots me a glare, face flushes with anger. She harshly grabs her purse on top of my desk. “You’re a dick!”

“My name is Gisele, by the way!” She walks to the door, then slams it behind her.

This is what I don’t like. Sometimes girls get clingy. Blowing a breath through my nose, I wash my face and run my hands through my hair in frustrations.

Why do women like things get complicated?

I get out of my office and abruptly stop to see a brunette looks so pissed.

“Did you enjoy the show? You could’ve joined us. That would be an awesome-threesome.” Okay, that’s way out of line.

Her dark brown eyes glint like an obsidian stone pierces with a fire of hatred, but there’s a hint of surprise when our gazes meet. She swallows hard as her face turns red.

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“You’re such an asshole! You just made that woman cry. Are you always like this? Just wanted sex then throw them out like trash once you’re done?”

She wears a fuck-me-high heel that adds a few inches to her maybe five feet and four inches tall. She has a straight and small nose that’s now flaring with fury. Her red-painted lips are press into a thin line.

Fuck me if she doesn’t have gorgeous tits. Her dress fits perfectly like it’s only made for her. The V cut of her dress shows more of her juicy cleavage. What can I say? I’m a boob man.

Her flat abdomen is in full view as well. I can imagine running my tongue until she squirms and curls her toes underneath me.

I’m into a blonde, but fuck me if I’m not going to fuck her brains out. All she needs is just to ask. I love to hear her screams than shouting at me like a clingy girlfriend.

I’ve just fucked someone, but my cock is already on full alert.

“Are you deaf or just an idiot?”

I blink. “Is she happens to be your sister?” I don’t know why I bother to ask because they don’t have resemblances. Or that woman could be her friend?

She narrows her eyes again. “I already punched your face if you made my sister cry like that!”

“Then what is your problem, babe?” I smirk.

She rolls her eyes. “Did your parents not teach you how to treat a woman?”

“Wow!” I huff. I can’t believe she just insulted my innocent parents over this. “Keep my parents out of it, woman. You’re maybe hot, but you don’t have to drag my parents to what I’m doing. You don’t have the right to insult them. Who are you anyway? I don’t ask them how to fuck women. I didn’t hear any complaints from anyone I fucked so far. I only heard them screaming my name many times more than I could count.”

Her mouth gapes. I want to bite that lip until it draws blood. I don’t realize that I’m already biting mine.

“Who are you?”

“None of your business. I don’t just give my name to a stranger and especially to someone like you!” She crosses her arms over her chest, giving me more view of her tits.

“Someone handsome and hot like me?” Smirking, I cock a brow, pointing at myself. I don’t know why I enjoy bickering with this hot piece of a cantankerous.

“A dick like you!”

My lips spread to a dirty grin. “Hmm, you should see it yourself, babe.”

Her eyes widen. If her face turns red with anger before, now, it turns as beet-red. Her mouth forms an O shape.

“That wouldn’t fit.” I pointed at her mouth.

She clamps it shut.

“Asshole!” She pushes me, and I stumble back.

“Whoa! Whoa! Woman, calm the fuck down!” I raise my hands to stop her.

“You’re such a prick!” she screams, moving closer, then hits my hand with her purse.

I groan in pain.

“A dick!” She does another strike—harder this time, and there’s something hard and cold, maybe a metal just hits my cheek, making me wince in pain.

“I know! I’m well aware I have a dick. A huge dick!” I block her strike, then it suddenly stops. My hands are still up in the air that she might do it again.

What had just happened?

“I hate you!” she spits.

A few seconds later, I hear her heels clicking in distant.

“I can sue you, woman!” I yell, lowering my arms slowly.

“Good luck, manwhore!” she yells back.

“Nice ass, by the way!” I shout when I see her walking away, swaying her hips seductively. She does that on purpose because she notices me glancing at her ass. A fine ass.

Christ!

She holds her middle finger up in the air. Instead of getting pissed, I bark into laughter.

You will pay for that, woman!

***

It’s already morning, but my brain is still hazy with my encounter with that hot brunette. I sit on a stool of my bar without uttering a word. One of my bartenders who happens to be my friend places a glass of whiskey in front of me.

I mutter thanks. Wright turns to place the bottle back to the rack. He takes a damp cloth then stops, leans his elbows on the counter, and scans my face.

“What happened to that?” he asks with curiosity. “I don’t see you as a war freak. Did you have kinky sex with that blonde?”

I pick up the glass he offers, swirling it gently. I lifted the glass to my nose, savoring the smokiness of the neat whiskey. I drain it into my mouth in a gulp, wincing when it reaches my throat.

“I didn’t have kinky sex,” I answer calmly.

“Got into trouble? Hughes, you could’ve called me if you needed help.”

“Wright, you’ve known me since you’ve started working with me. I’ve never been in a fight, have I?”

“Do you want another?”

I shake my head.

“Need ice for that?”

I shake again.

“Do you want to talk about that?”

My lips spread into a smile. My mind goes back to that fiery brunette.

“Is it a woman?”

I arch my brow. “Since when did you become nosy?”

He laughs. “So, it’s indeed a woman, huh? What did you do to piss her off that ended her giving you a damn bruise?” He points at my left cheek and shakes his head in amusement.

If he only knows how hot she is…

“I don’t have any idea why she’s pissed at me. She just came out of the blue, questioned me, then ended up hitting me on my damn face.”

“Wow! She’s something!” Kyland laughs.

“You’ve no idea, and she’s hot! Like flaming hot!” I draw fingers of her body shape in the air.

He leans his back against the liquor rack, crossing his arms over his chest. “But you didn’t bang her.”

Sighing out of frustrations, I reply, “I doubt if I ever see her again.”

“You will, once you do, you can spank her ass till red as a punishment,” he snorts and adds, “nobody says no to Pyke Hughes.”

“She’s not the type that I used to bang, Wright. She’s a brunette,” I say, pursing my lips.

“She’s what?”

My head snaps at him. His eyes narrow at me. Before I can say something, his phone vibrates in his pocket.

Pressing his phone to his ear, he speaks, “Hey, Cam, are you already home?”

He mutters hmm.

“Can I bring you something before I head out?”

I try to listen, but I can’t hear the voice from the other line.

Since when did I become so interested in someone’s conversation?

“No, no, it’s okay. I’ll be home soon, okay? I’m still with my boss. We need to talk, Cam,” he says firmly. His feature turns serious.

Who’s this Cam?

“Okay, bye.” He slips his phone back into his jeans’ pocket. “Sorry about that, that’s my cousin, Cam.”

“Why don’t you bring your cousin here?” I suggest.

“She’s here earlier,” he says casually.

“She?” I ask in disbelief, almost immediately.

“Yeah, my cousin Camila.”

“Camila,” I mutter under my breath.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Seconds later his eyes still on me.

“What? Did you develop a crush on me now, Wright? Anyway, are you gonna be at your shop tomorrow?” He also works at the tattoo shop at day time.

“Do you want a tattoo?”

“No, I want an Apa.”