Chapter Fourteen
Xander
ASS-HOLE, ASS-HOLE, ASS-HOLE, my brain chants in rhythm with my hasty steps as I move away from the asshole drilling a hole in the back of my head. God, I hate him. I hate everything about him right now, and most of all, I hate how fucking predictable he is.
Of course he couldn't last one week without getting his di—
"Hi."
My step falters as my eyes snap to… right. The other asshole.
Taking a sharp inhale I'm just about to unleash all my inner ugliness at the perfectly clueless, perfectly unremarkable guy who's currently sizing me up, making faces I assume he considers cute, making me feel all kinds of dirty.
I stop myself at the last second and physically bite my lip to keep the words inside.
It's not his fault. No. The asshole we've just left around the corner is to blame. Exclusively.
"My bad," I mutter as I sidestep him, keeping my distance. "I thought you were someone else."
He gives me a disappointed "Oh," but doesn't object. I simultaneously deflate and pick up my pace, my body and mind working in tandem to get out of here immediately, preferably about fifteen minutes ago, before I ever got here in the first place.
Once I decide I've gained enough distance, albeit only physically, I look over my shoulder, relieved to find the strange man's silhouette in the distance, unmoving.
He can go right back to Liam for all I care. I never wanted anything to do with him. The immature part of me just wanted for Liam to think that. Am I proud? No, not really. But you know what? I'll take all the stupid parts of me over casually fucking around on someone any day.
I take a random left into the darkness, hoping if I take enough of them, I'll eventually circle back to my car somehow. And with Liam, and Skin on Skin and my sudden, irrational dick-obsession in the middle? You bet your ass it's gonna be a World Card level of circle.