Zombie Ink

Tricked

Chapter 4

TRICKED: Chapter 4

BONZO

The moment she opens her eyes, I know my time is up and my stomach drops. I'm not ready for this to be over. Not by a long shot.

"Well…" she says, pulling away from me and sitting on the edge of the sofa. "That was nice. At least I've got a better memory of you now than you just being a liar. You're a talented one at least."

"Bree, please. I…"

"No. We're done. It's time for you to leave. Find your clothes… or don't, whatever… and get the hell out." She stands, righting her bra before looking for something else to cover up with. Spotting her leggings beside me, I kick them away, not wanting her to put up her walls and cover up.

"Mature… Thanks."

"The picture I used on my profile is of my twin. He's the professional. I just thought that…"

"I don't care," she screeches, making me wince. "How many times… I. Do. Not. Care. You fucked up, and we're done here. Thanks for the fuck, it was… forgettable."

I scoff at her words. There was nothing about that that could be described as forgettable.

"You're lying."

"Am I? You don't know me, so stop pretending that you do. Oh, and put some fucking clothes on. I've had my fill of your dick." Rolling her eyes, she makes a show of looking to the other side of the room. Only, when I do reach down to grab my clothes, I notice her eyes back and drop to my ass. Smiling, I shake my head at her.

"You're a terrible liar, you know that?"

"You don't know me, James, so stop pretending you do."

"Oh, doll. I know you better than you think I do. You challenged me to find out who you really were, but I didn't need to. You've already given me everything I need to know."

"You know nothing. You have no idea where I live, where I work."

"None of that matters. A job is a job. A house is a house. It's what's inside you that I know, and that is exactly what I want."

"Jeez, you're such a guy. One dip in my pussy and you're fucking addicted."

"I'm not talking about your pussy. I'm talking about what's in there." I point at her chest, my hand trembling slightly with frustration and the restraint it's taking for me not to have her again. I know the second I touch her she'll be putty in my hands, but I won't do it. Not while she's lying to herself like she is right now.

"You're delusional, you know that? A few messages online and what? You think we're a match made in heaven? Well, let me tell you something." She takes a step towards me, her eyes narrowed in frustration, her fists curled in anger. "I don't do bad boys, James. Why do you think I went for your twin?"

"Oh, you don't? What was that then?" I lift my chin to the sofa behind her.

"A one-night stand I'm going to regret." Her eyes flash with something, but it's gone too quickly to be able to read it.

"Bullshit. If you're really the kind of girl who doesn't 'go for the bad boys'," I say, mocking her, "then you never would have allowed me to fuck you on your friend's sofa." Her face flushes red. "Too late to regret it now. Your juices are all over that." She snarls, and I can't help but keep going, wanting to push her into admitting what she really wants. "You think any suit-wearing motherfucker could do what I just did to you? You think my pansy-ass twin could? He might look like he has everything, but there's no fucking way he can make a woman scream like that."

"Get out," she shouts, stepping up to me and raining her tiny fists down on my still naked chest.

"Careful, doll. You don't want to hurt yourself." She growls, and I can't help but laugh. "Okay, fine. I'm leaving. But this isn't fucking over."

"Yes, it fucking is."

I back away from her, running my eyes down her bra-clad body. Fuck, she's fine. She's got curves in all the right places. I lick my lips, still able to taste her, and my cock swells. How I would like to bend her over that sofa and fuck the defiance right out of her.

Reaching down, I make a show of rearranging myself. She doesn't miss it, and her dark eyes are engulfed with heat.

"Just so you know, I fucking love fiery women."

"Fuck you," she barks.

"Aren't you glad you did?"

Her teeth grind as I pull my shirt on.

"I'll tell Addie that I kept you company while she sorted her man out."

Her lips part in shock as if she's forgotten how I ended up here in the first place. I can practically see the cogs turning in her head as she tries to make sense of all this.

"This might not be your place, but I now know you're close enough to Addie that I'll be able to find you again."

"Don't," she says in a panic. "Don't you dare say anything to Addie about this. Not if you intend on keeping your job."

"You threatening me, doll?"

"You bet your fucking ass I am. Keep it quiet, you hear me?"

"I don't know. I'm sure the whole crew down at the studio would get a kick out of this. I might give them every single detail… down to just how tight your pussy is." She pales, and all her fight seems to instantly drain away.

"Please. Please don't do that."

I have no intention of telling anyone about this, but her reaction to me suggesting it sure is interesting. "Meh… I'll see how I feel."

She takes a step forward, her lips parting to say more, but no words form.

"Well, unless you want another round, I guess this is it for now. But rest assured, doll. There will be another time. Maybe not tomorrow, or next week, but I will claim what's rightfully mine."

Her fire returns. She's just about to retaliate when I turn and march from the apartment. The only thing I hear is her frustrated growl and then something smashing behind me. A chuckle falls from me as I let myself out of Addie's apartment. I'm certainly much more satisfied than when I arrived, but fuck if I'm not a hell of a lot more confused. Who the hell is that woman? I fully intend on finding out, because this isn't over between us. Not by a long shot.