“Honey, don’t mind him. It’s not surprising. Guy’s a man-whore. He’ll fuck anything that will let him inside,” Dorothy said. “He’s a big no-no for commitment.”
“You know him?” Emily asked.
“Yeah, he’s best friends with our men. We’ve got no choice but to know who he is. Don’t worry. He’s harmless. He’s never tried a thing with us,” Lilly said.
“Don’t worry about him, Emily.” Janet nudged her shoulder, and they walked toward the table.
The only seat available was beside Guy. Placing her drink on the table she climbed into her seat aware of his gaze on her. She felt branded by his look alone.
Keeping her gaze on everyone else she watched the men pull the women closer.
“So, Emily, it’s time to introduce you to my fuck-head of a friend, Guy. Guy, this is my woman’s friend, so keep your hands to yourself. This is Emily.”
She turned to the side and smiled at him.
He went to touch her hand, and she pulled away.
“I don’t think so. Have you been to the bathroom since your moment outside?” she asked, taking a sip of her drink.
“Ah, the prude of the group. I should have known.”
His words pissed her off. She was no fucking prude, but she wasn’t risking any diseases he could be passing off onto her.
“I’m not a prude. I’m just not willing to risk my health to greet you.” She lifted her hand and patted him on the back. “Nice to meet you.”
Guy burst out laughing. “Wow, this woman is priceless.” His arm went around her shoulders.
She liked his laugh. The sound did something to her pussy. Emily felt the heat flood her core. Crossing her legs she did her best to ignore the pulse that had started since seeing him getting off in the back of the bar.#p#分页标题#e#
What the hell was wrong with her?
This guy was a serious womanizer. She was never, ever going to allow herself to fall for that type of man again.
Sipping at her drink she listened to the conversation around her. Every now and then a couple of women wrapped their arms around Guy’s shoulders, whispering in his ear. Emily was surprised when he pushed them away.
“I’m bored and need to dance,” Dorothy said, pulling Wayne with her. She watched all of her friends go up onto the dance floor, pleased when Guy didn’t ask her.
Turning around in her seat she watched the happy couples on the dance floor. Her friends looked really happy, and it was nice for her to see them happy. For too long her time had been consumed by Nathan. The cheating prick had taken her away from her friends. She should have seen it before it happened.
“Hey,” a man said, approaching the table. Glancing over her shoulder she saw a big beefy looking man glaring at Guy. Rolling her eyes, she returned her gaze to her friends.
“What do you want, man?” Guy asked.
She couldn’t help listening in. Guy didn’t seem intimidated by the other man.
“What the fuck did you to my girl?”
Emily kept her gaze on the floor.
“What girl is that?” Guy asked.
Why couldn’t he see he was in danger?
“Ah, the blonde, I didn’t know she had a boyfriend. Dude, you should do yourself a real favor and dump her ass.”
Emily winced and couldn’t stop from looking at the scene beside her. The big man’s hands were fisted at his sides.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“She’s the one who came onto me and was sucking my dick. Believe me, your woman is a slut.”
Guy was already standing. Emily didn’t know what to do, sit down or head out the door. A fight was about to start, and she didn’t want to be near that at all. Fights only got ugly.
“I can’t believe you’re with this piece of shit,” the other man said, turning his anger on her.
Holding her hands up in surrender she shook her head. “I’ve nothing to do with him. I’m here with friends, not him.”
Emily watched in horror as the big man raised his fist and clocked Guy across the face. She winced and cried out as Guy crashed into her. In the heat of it, she fell on her ass with him landing between her thighs. How he landed between her thighs was sheer luck alone.
She was surprised how he caught himself before he could hurt her. The anger washed over him. She saw the change in his eyes as he lifted himself up. He helped her to her feet then spun on his heel.
No words were spoken as he lashed out at the other man. She couldn’t think of what else to call him other than “beefy man”. Emily hated violence. She was not a fan of using fists instead of words. Tensing up, she watched as Guy went for the beefy man. There was no stopping him.