Page 47 of Final Verdict
“Chatting someone up for a week, fucking her, and moving on to the next. How much longer?”
“Until my dick stops working.” I put on my jacket. “Do you need cab fare or are you staying? Check out is at noon.”
“Do you know that men like you—relationshipavoiders, are the type that typically fall the hardest?”
“Did they teach you that at Wal-Mart?”
“Just because someone from your past hurt you doesn’t mean that every woman after her will.” She purses her lips. “That’s probably why you are the way you are. Maybe if you tried to actuallydatesomeone you’d be a lot happier. You should take her out for dinner and actually listen, see her to her door without expecting an invitation inside, and maybe bypass the whole ‘let’s go fuck’ in the hotel suite thing at the end.”
Where are my keys? I need to go. Now.
“I can see it now…” She can’t seem to shut up. “You’re going to want more than sex one day, and the person you want it from is going to be someone you least expect. Someone who will force you to give in.”
I pull my keys from underneath her crumpled dress and sigh. “Do you need cab money?”
“I have my own car, dick-face.” She rolls her eyes. “Are you really this incapable of having a regular conversation? Would it kill you to talk to me for a few minutes after sex?”
“We have nothing more to discuss.” I put my room key on the nightstand and walk toward the door. “It was very nice meeting you, Samantha,Sarah. Whatever the hell your name is. Have a great night.”
“Screw you!”
“Three times was more than enough. No, thank you.”
“Things are going to catch up to you one day, asshole!” She yells as I step into the hallway. “Karma is one hell of a bitch!”
“I know.” I toss back. “I fucked her two weeks ago…”
