Jon pulled the girl's hair harder as he thrust further into her from behind with force accompanied by the sound of their skin slapping together and their moans and grunts echoing around the hotel room. "Fuck" Jon said through his heavy breaths as he had finished before she had even gotten close. He collapsed on the bed breathless, while the girl lead beside him didn't seem amused. But he never cared about any of the girls he got with, not in the slightest. He was selfish in more than one way and he was aware of that.
"So, uh.. You want to go and get something to eat?"
"Nope."
"You want to go do something?" She persisted.
"Nope. Did you just want to leave, uh, Cate?"
"My name is Candice..."
"Whatever." he said as he got up from his position on the bed and opened the door signalling her to get the fuck out of his room. Jon didn't want to get coffee, snuggle or hear your life story. He was a 'fuck 'em and leave 'em' kind of guy. He didn't want to spend time with these sluts. Candice grabbed her things and walked towards him.
"You're a fucking jerk" she hissed.
"And don't I know it, sweetheart." He grinned at her in an infuriatingly cocky way. As she walked out, he slapped her ass as hard as he could, then slamming the door quickly before she could even retaliate. We walked back into his hotel room, he enjoyed being alone sometimes. He reached into his pocket and looked at his phone. Still no message. "Fuck it." Jon thought as he chucked his phone on his bed. He didn't wait around for girls. It was the other way round. He didn't chance them with his dick between his legs. Jon had other shit to think about, anyway. Like his wrestling career, his 'habits', when he was going to get laid next – He didn't need some girl bothering him all the time. Jon needed a little extra something to brighten his day. He reached deep into his suitcase and got a small little bag that was tucked inside. He grinned as he brought it closer to his face, eyeing up the contents inside and exhaling deeply. "One thing that won't let me down." He said to himself as he laid out a line on the bedside counter. As quick as it was prepared, he buried his nose into the white dust, making a less than pleasant sound as he hovered it up quickly. After his hit, he slammed down on his bed and looked to the ceiling. He led there for a minute, feeling a vibration to his side. He didn't register what the fuck was going on until he felt around and found his phone.
1 new message.
Oh boy, Jon thought. He wasn't anticipating who it could be. It's usually some psychopathic girl who is obsessed with him, or it's Colby asking him to go to a crossfit gym with him, to much his despise of crossfit. He was more of a treadmill, air punching guy. He rubbed his eyes as he looked at the message, as much to his disbelief as to who it was.
"Don't worry about that chick, I guess she just wanted you to herself. But I was thinking about you the other day. I'd be nice to see you again. You interest me and your pretty funny. F."
"Holy shit" Jon lightly breathed as he read the message. His heart raced, and that line earlier didn't exactly help the situation either. His mind went to mush as he was a little taken back that she actually wanted to see him again. His mind went to other places and things he'd like to do with her, but he then snapped back to reality. He wasn't sure whether to text her back or keep her hanging like she did to him. "Ah, she can wait." He said as he shoved his phone in his pocket and left it at that. He himself wasn't even sure when he was going to text her. Later today? Tomorrow? Next week? Never? He didn't understand her. Not in a bad way, but in a way where he wanted more. And when Jonathan Good wants something, he'll get it no matter how much blood, how many tears and how much sweat he had to shed. He was an aggressive predator, and he'd just targeted his prey.

(I am so, so sorry about the wait for the next chapter, albeit a short one. Negative things in life have stopped be from carrying on, but now I'm back. Expect an update soon. Thank you all for the views and follows. It'll get better. Stick around.)