Page 10 of Cry Baby
He looked me up and down with an open disdain that I matched with my smirk.
My ‘friend’ bristled and shook his head.
“Hey, Hollis?—”
The man waved a dismissive hand.
“Relax, Biggie. I’m doing you a favor. Wouldn’t wanna see you end up in a cell beside Garrette.” He jerked his chin toward me. “Kid looks like he’s twelve. Haven’t you learned yet?”
More laughter trickled down from the bar.
My fingers tightened slightly around the glass of water.
Don’t. Do. It.
The suit sleeve pulled against my wrist, and the itching was unbearable. Dickbag’s boyfriend nudged his arm gently.
“Babe…”
The massive douche ignored him, still intent on staring at me.
“Bartender’s right,” he continued. “Send him home before someone calls his mommy.”
My jaw tightened. The anger surprised me.
People insulted me all the time. Any time I was in public with my collar on, Mistress didn’t allow me to speak.
The jeers and voices were never-ending. I didn’t feel angry. Anger was better than paint.
But…
Something about this dick made me feel something.
It was in the way he sneered and that fucking smile.
Something about him felt familiar, yet foreign.
The way he dismissed me like I was nothing had me seeing red, and not just for paint. It woke something ugly in my chest that stirred my dick to life. His boyfriend tried again to calm him, his voice softer this time.
“Don’t be so mean, baby.”
The man finally looked at what he claimed as his and laughed.
No other words were spoken. He just grabbed his face and kissed him.
It was like he’d gotten bored with the conversation. The boyfriend laughed against his mouth but kissed him back anyway. And the entire time, his dark gaze didn’t leave my own.
When they separated, the boytoy lightly pushed his chest. “Seriously. Stop picking fights.”
Dick-fuck hummed dismissively and took a handful of ass, then glanced back at me like he’d forgotten I was still there, even after eye fucking me while macking on his man.
“Oh, good,” he said dryly. “Still here.”
Biggie shifted beside me uncomfortably.
“Look, man?—”
Ass-weed cut him off.
