Ben's pov
I watch her walk away from the mess that she made, I’m still soaked, and the girl next to me still bitching about her hair and dress; I just want to push her away and run after that feisty blonde girl that been haunting my dreams, hell every waken moment for the last two weeks since I left her.
I have been with a new girl every day of the week, all brunettes, but I never get further than third base. My d**k seems to be on a f*****g strike since I meet her.
I sigh and get up, ignoring the b***h still complaining to the owner; I don’t even care about what happened anymore. I’m a beast, and I can handle some damn beer being thrown at me, especially if it’s her doing it.
“Where are you going, baby? Let’s just get out these wet clothes, forget about that b***h…” the brunette seduc
