I smirked at her as my hair fell in front of my eyes and watched her expression become a scared fawn. I was scaring her. I was pushing her away harder than she was pushing me. I couldn't stop the words from falling from my mouth and it hurt me to no end to say them, but it had to be done. It had to be said.
"Is this what you want? An asshole that only wants to f**k you and tell you all the stereotypes that he can imagine because, honey, I got a million of them. Is that what you want? You want me to talk all day about how tight your p***y probably is? How you probably are some sexy freak in the sheets and how much I'd love... to get you in my bed and test you out? How you probably would be great at working on my father's marketing numbers since you know math so much? Or better yet... let's
