Page 1 of The Way I Hate Him
Prologue
HAYES
“How good are you at giving head?”
The girl straddling my lap, tits bouncing in my face, a G-string being the only thing on her body, leans in with a smirk. “I’ve never had any complaints.”
I wet my lips and rest my head against the back of the couch. “Show me.”
A half-empty tequila bottle is on the coffee table in front of us, salt is sprinkled all over, and her tits are still wet from where I was licking the salt off. Lime wedges are scattered along the floor with her clothes and my shirt.
And...I’m not really feeling it.
Fuck, what’s her name again?
I know she told me . . .
Kendall?
Kinsey?
Kaliope?
She scoots off my lap and kneels between my legs. Before she can undo my pants, I ask, “What’s your name again?”
Her big blue eyes stare up at me, and she seductively says, “Tara.”
Tara?
Oh fuck, I was way off.
A snort pops out of me because, Jesus, I couldn’t have been more wrong.
“Is there something wrong with my name?” she asks, sitting back on her heels.
“No.” I shake my head.
“Then why are you laughing?”
Yeah, dickhead, why are you laughing?
“Your hands tickled my dick,” I say because hell, I’m drunk and can barely hold it together. Her brow rises, and yeah, I realize the truth is probably better. “I thought your name was Kendall. I wasn’t close to guessing it correctly.”
Her brow pulls together with disdain. “Who the hell is Kendall?”
“You got me,” I say just as a knock sounds on my door, and my agent pops his head in. “Dude,” I say, gesturing to Kendall . . . I mean, Tara. Jesus Christ.
Ruben winces. “I have to talk to you.”
“It’s fine,” Tara says as she grabs her dress and stands. “I was leaving.”
My dick wants me to protest, but I don’t have it in me, so I watch as she slips her dress over her head, shimmying it over her large tits. Such a shame. I would have had fun with her.
But I’ll tell you one thing—I’m never fucking desperate for pussy. Ever.
I’m not the begging kind.
So if she wants to leave, I won’t stop her.
