Guess it’s time to put the brakes on this little thing we’ve had going. Shame. She was pretty good in the sack.
I’m just pulling my t-shirt on when she climbs out of bed.
I watch her walk toward me. I might be about to call time on her, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate her fine body – legs that go on forever, and tits that are definitely not real. Still, I wasn’t complaining when I had them in my mouth ten minutes ago.
She presses herself up against me. Arms snaking around my waist, she starts to kiss my neck. “I want to fuck again,” she murmurs against my skin.
Tempting as that is, just knowing what’s going on inside her head—the words ‘Jordan’ and ‘boyfriend’—keeps my boy at bay.
You might think I’m a bastard for just having sex with her and then calling time, and really that wasn’t my intention when I crawled into bed with her an hour ago. I’d thought there were a few more times to be had.
Until she wanted to get cozy with me.
I usually end these things in a much nicer way, but trust me, it’s crueler to let her leave here thinking I’m going to call her again when I’m not.
I’m always honest, if nothing else.
Reaching behind me I take hold of her hands. Pulling her free from around my waist, I squeeze her hands, then let go.
I step back from her. “Look, Shawna, it’s been great an’ all … but I’d say we’re done here.”
She pauses. Frowns. Then gets this crazy look in her eyes that some chicks get when they realize you’re ending things with them.
The stage five clinger look.
“Done?” Her voice has gone screechy.
Fuck.
I really didn’t have her pegged as stage five clinger material when I met her. Guess I got that plenty fucking wrong.
I could really do without a crazy chick moment right now.
Here we go…
“Shawna…” I rub my forehead, and drive my fingers into my hair, pushing it back. “We both knew what this was from the beginning. I was clear on that. It was never gonna last longer than a few weeks, and we’re already well past that.”
“It’s been a week, Jordan.”
Fuck, is that all? Feels way longer. Definitely time to get rid of her.
“Look…” I put on my best ‘sensitive, but I’m still ditching your ass’ voice. “It’s been fun, Shawna. You’re fun. But it’s time to move on.”
With a look straight from the devil, she grabs her clothes from the floor and starts yanking them on.
“Fun? FUN!” Her screeching is actually hurting my ears. “I thought we had something really great here! I thought you really liked me!”
See what I mean?
Never.
Fucking.
Listen.
“When did I say that? Oh yeah, never. I thought you were hot, and I definitely wanted to have sex with you – multiple times. But feelings never came into it. Not once. And no fuckin’ way do I want a relationship.”
Ouch. That was probably a bit harsh.
She steps close and pokes me in the chest with her fingernail.
Fuck, that hurt. Her nails are sharp. They felt good when they were raking down my back, but now, not so much.
“You’re a fucking bastard!” she yells in my face. “And you’re going to spend your whole life lonely and miserable!”
Wow, so original – like I haven’t heard that line before. Why do all women say that exact same thing when you’re blowing them off?
Trust me, I’m not miserable. Far from it.
Seeing what my dad’s gone through … loving Mom, then having to watch her die … seeing how my dad is now … an empty shell of the man he was…
That’s misery.
I’m never putting myself through that. I’ll stay as I am, thanks.
When it comes to women, I put my dick in and keep my heart out. It’s the easiest way.
I lean down, close to her face. “Shawna, you knew from the beginning I wasn’t in for anything more than a fuck, so don’t act all shocked and shit on now. You knew exactly who you were getting into bed with.”
Why do all women think they can change me? I’m unchangeable. When will they get this?
“Fuck you!” she screams. She actually screams at me.
Jesus Christ, I cannot stand dramatic women. Nothing turns me off quicker … well, apart from cuddling.
“Isn’t that the point?” I smirk, stepping back. “You want to fuck, and I don’t.” I sweep my arm out in the direction of the door. “Don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out, sweetheart.”
I’m not usually this much of a dick, but honestly, she’s getting on my last fucking nerve.
Shawna looks as if she’s ready to pummel me to death. Bending down, she grabs her heels, shoves her feet in them, and grabs her purse from the nightstand.