Tyler suppressed a groan as Megan's lips closed around him. He smiled to himself, thinking this was the only thing Ms. Loud Mouth was good for. Her blonde ponytail bobbed enthusiastically. His grin turned feral when she came up for air, and he pushed her head down. His turn. He threw his head back as his hips found a wild rhythm of their own. The sheer violence of it brought his release rather quickly. He loosed his grip on her hair and chuckled when she gasped for air.
"You're the devil. You know that?"
Megan wiped at her mascara, and her rosy lips settled in a pout. He leaned down to give her delicate kiss. Just as she moved to deepen the kiss, my fingers found their way to her slender neck, halting the movement.
"But you love it. Get dressed, then get out."
I pushed her away, standing to full height,pulling my briefs up at the same time. She watched me hungrily.
"You can't keep treating me like this, Tyler."
"Oh?"
I didn't bother looking at her as I slipped on my clothes.
"I'm serious. I know you have feelings for me."
He turned at that. Taking in her long legs and perky breasts. Finally, he met her hazel gaze. Seeing the feelings she had developed for him there and feeling nothing in return. Damn. He would miss her head game. But now that she'd gotten beside herself, there would be no more hookups. Tyler didn't do relationships. It wasn't like he didn't make that clear. He never told a girl anything he didn't mean.
He was a mean son of bitch, but at least he was an honest one. Megan Fields was the Class President and a well known kiss-up. Her preppy girl act drew him like a fly to a honey trap. There was just something about turning a good girl bad that did something to him. Made him want to ruin them in the best way. Unfortunately, he realized too late that Megan wasn't as sweet as she pretended to be.
She thought he didn't know about all the girls she threatened on his behalf. She was jealous and territorial. Qualities he wouldn't mind in a gf, except she wasn't his gf. He knew better then to sleep with a girl twice, but then there was that thing she did with her tongue...
"Hellooo. Earth to Tyler. I'm talking to you."
Of course she had been talking. She was always talking. The girl talked too damn much.
He fixed her with his signature bored look.
"You're still here? I thought I told you to get out."
She bit her bottom lip, fighting back tears. Please don't cry. Seeing a girl cry turned him on for some reason and he wanted her out. At this rate he'd have her on her back again. His therapist was right he truly was a sick bastard. Normally therapists didn't talk to you like that, but that's what he liked about Mr. Lee. He always kept it real. He wasn't paying the guy to kiss his ass.
Thankfully, Megan did not cry. He watched as she reached into her purse and pulled out keys. She stomped over to him and shoved them at his chest. Remind him again why he gave her a spare key to his house? Ah, right. He was lazy. He lived in a huge mansion and couldn't be bothered to let her in every time she came over. And then there was that cat and mouse game they liked to play...
"This is it Ty. I walk out that door we are through."
I turned away from her to sit at my desk. After a while of her waiting for me to change my mind, he felt her eyes leave his back. Just before she slipped out the door, he called out to her.
"Megan".
"Yeah Ty?" He heard the hope in her voice.
"Don't come back."
The door slammed and she was gone. He pulled out his phone and texted Mr. Lee.
Tyler: I ended it with Megan.
Mr. Lee: And how do feel?
Tyler: Nothing. As usual. I told you I didn't care about her😁
Mr. Lee: Congrats you're still a heartless bastard. Do want a cookie?
Tyler laughed softly. Same old Mr. Lee
Tyler: How about giving me one of your daughter's number? The tall one with the tattoos.😉
Mr. Lee: 😐...I've never been more proud that all my daughters are gay.
He decided to spare him the list of women that were gay until they met him.
Tyler: Fine fine. I'll settle for an early session for today instead of tomorrow.
Mr.Lee: Sure, if you pay more.
Tyler: I always do.
Mr Lee: I'll see you this afternoon then Mr. Reeves.
Mr.Lee wasn't just his Therapist, but a friend as well. He suspected he would see him even if he didn't pay. But friends didn't take advantage of friend's time, and so he paid. Jinho Lee was a 37 year old Korean man with 2 daughters ages 17 and 16. He had a loving wife, who he adored. You might be wondering what we had in common to be friends. The anwser is nothing. We had nothing in common. I simply valued his honesty. That and our pool games gave me a chance to get some of my money back.
Later that afternoon I was greeted by Jinho at my front door. He held up Chips and beer.
"Giving beer to an 18 yr old. How very professional of you, Jin."
Jin rolled his eyes.
"Oh please. I know you have been drinking since you were 15."
He pushed pass me into the dining room. I went to the fridge and pulled out the queso and salsa. We sat at the island and turned on the game.
"When are you going to get a girlfriend?"
Tyler sighed. This again. We'd been over this bunch of times.
"Now why would I do that?"
Jin shrugged.
"A Good girl could melt that icey heart of yours."
"Again, not gonna happen. My heart is made of stone remember? I've had plenty of good girls."
Jin shook his head.
"Those weren't good girls. They just know what you like. They say anything to get your dollar and that little wee wee in your pants."
Tyler frowned.
" Keep talking, Lee. One of these days your daughter is going to begging for this..."
"Watch it." Jin warned.
Tyler laughed, patting his friend on the shoulder.
Jin's phone went off and pulled it out sending a string of texts. After a few minutes, Tyler got tired of his friend being distracted.
"This is still a session, you know?"
"Sorry, John's neice just moved in with him yesterday. He wants me to treat her."
"John? John Austen? Isn't he an only child?"
John Austen was a well known bachelor around here. He recently became the head of his father's company. My Dad is always singing his praises. Plotting on how to convince John to sell him a share of his company.
"She's his God Neice."
" Treat her for what? What's wrong with her?"
Jin raised an eyebrow.
"What's wrong with you?"
I shrugged.
"You haven't told me yet"
Jin snorted at that, and mumbled something about me being a smart-ass.
"Well how old is she? Is she cute?"
"None of your business. I will make it my duty to make sure my female clients steer clear of you."
"Oh come on. I'm not that bad. She can do alot worse."
Jin looked at him then. All humor gone from his eyes.
"Not by much."
Tyler felt a twinge somewhere inside him. Jin's words had made him feel some type of way. Sure Jin always called him a heartless bastard, but there was a lightness to it. This time Jin was dead serious. He didn't want this girl anywhere near him.
Tyler tried to play it off with a shrug.
"Whatever, she's probably not my type anyway."
"That we can agree on."
"Really so you've seen her?"
"A picture."
"So she's ugly?"
Jin glared at him.
"Fine fine. Let's watch the game."
I turned the volume up on the TV and we watched the game for the rest of the afternoon.
Later that night Tyler did his usual workout routine, then hit the shower. He'd just got done toweling off when he heard the doorbell go off. His pizza was here. A normal person would at least throw on some pants. But Tyler liked the reaction delivery girls gave him when they saw him and all his half naked glory. The envious glares from the delivery guys didn't hurt either.
He padded down the stairs in just a towel tied at the waist. His steps quickened in anticipation of seeing his next victim. He swung the door open. The delivery girl audibly gasped. Her hands scrambled to secure the food in her hands. To her credit she managed to not drop anything.
Well what do we have here?
She was a black girl. On the heavy side. Definitely over 200lbs. 250? Maybe more. He couldn't tell if she was curvy or just big. The baggy hoodie and jeans she wore hid everything. Looked to be around the same age as him. He watched her gaze for signs she was ogling him. Feeling a little satisfaction when it dropped to the towel at his waist. But that was it. If she was flustered she didn't show it. Her gaze immediately bounced back to his. Those docile brown eyes were void of emotion.
Oh? Don't tell me she's pretending she's not affected. Many have tried that, but he could always see through the cracks. This girls poker face was like no other. His eyes narrowed.
"What's your name?"
The girl blinked at him and then tugged at her shirt where her name tag was.
Rielle
He raised an eyebrow. She couldn't be bothered to just say it?
"Rielle." He savored the name on his tongue and fixed her with his most dazzling smile.
She blinked at him.
As if remembering what she was there for, she gently took the pizza out of its case and handed it to me. I took it under my arm. She then looked at me expectantly. She still had yet to speak. Determined to get a reaction out her I leaned on the door way, staring back at her.
She held up a finger, then fished out a pen and notebook out of her bag. He watched her scribble something.
That will be $23.95.
You got to be kidding me. Was she for real? He looked from her unblinking gaze to her outstretched hand. A thought occurred to him. Was she deaf? She answered him earlier when he asked for her name, but maybe she was just reading his lips. He knew a bit of sign language.
Are you deaf? He signed.
No She signed back.
His eyes widened. He could feel his ears heat. Well that was embarrassing. So much for being considerate of the impaired.
"That's a shame deaf girls are kind of hot."
His flirting was insincere, but what could he say? He reallyy wanted a reaction out of this girl.
I'm not deaf. I just don't speak.
His eyes widened. Maybe she got in an accident and lost her tongue or something.
"You can't speak? And they sent you to do deliveries?"
He couldn't imagine why the local Papa John's would send a mute girl to deliver pizza. It was technically a customer service job. He knew a couple assholes that would give her hell. Some being in his friend group. He wasn't a nice guy himself. He'd been known to bully. Just not anyone special needs or with any disabilities. He had a cousin that was autistic. His friends knew not to cross that line in front of him.
Don't speak. Not can't.
Oh? Well there goes his last attempt at decency. Rielle here was selectively mute. That right there was a rare gem he just couldn't pass up. Looks like he found a new target. Pete Carmichael should be thanking his lucky stars that I would no longer have the time to make his life hell. I took my time taking money out of my wallet. Marveling at all the possible ways I could break this girl.
He looked at the vacant look on the girls face and smiled to himself. Getting a reaction out of her would be a treat.
"Here you go, Dollface."
I gently hold her wrist, placing the money in her hand. I purposely drag my thumb across her inner wrist as I pull away. Her eyes dart to mine. They narrow just a tad, but it's noticeable. She doesn't like the name Dollface. With a face like that it's no surprise it's not her first time hearing it.
Sometimes Dollface is a compliment, used for a woman whose face is so perfect it resembles a doll. Another way to call someone beautiful. But looking at Rielle now, I doubt anyone ever called her beautiful. She was what one would call a plain Jane. Her full lips and big eyes were really the only thing that stood out on her face. No, I called her doll face because her face was lifeless. Just like a doll. And she knew it.
"Something wrong, Dollface?"
Though she didn't openly show it, I could feel her anger pulsating off her. Just when I thought she might give me the reaction I wanted, she started counting the money in her hand.
I eagerly awaited the moment she realized there was no tip. I watched the muscles in her jaw constrict and clench. I notice the slight shake in her left hand.
My grin turned feral. She sure was entertaining to watch. I wonder what she looks like when she's sad. Does her face cave in on itself or does it remain still. Does cry loudly or is it silent? He had never been this intrigued by anyone in his entire life. It was like he just got a new toy and he couldn't wait to see how long she would last before falling apart.
No tip? She signed.
How bold. Even the most vocal delivery drivers wait to complain until they walk away. Not that he had much experience with that. He always tipped. He was Rich after all. He held up a crisp $10 bill. If she wanted it, she'd have to earn it.
"I have it right here."
She held out her hand.
" Ah ah ah. Not so fast. I have a few questions for you, then it's all yours."
Her eyes squinted, but she nodded.
"I haven't seen you around. What school do you go to?"
Linken
Same as me.
"How old are you? And what grade?"
I'm 17. Senior
A year younger than me, but same grade.
"What's your last name?"
That gives her pause.
Why?
"Come on, don't spoil the fun now."
I swap the 10 out for a $20 bill.
Downy. You?
I raise an eyebrow. It seems she's asking the questions now. I'll play along. She should know who's hands her life is in now.
"Tyler Reeves, pleasure to meet you."
I hand her the $20. She pockets it and gives me a curt not, before turning to leave.
"Wait."
She pauses, looking back at me. I pull out my phone, scrolling to my contacts.
"Give me your number."
She looks at me with dull eyes. There isn't a trace of excitement in them. Most girls would fight a pack of lions just to be able to hold a conversation with me. Here I am giving this girl my number and she doesn't bat an eyelash.
I watch her put her number in my phone. Her fingers are surprisingly slim, and her nails are painted black. My fingers brush hers as I take it back from her. I wish I could tell if she's blushing. Her dark coffee brown skin keeps it a mystery.
When she turns to leave again I don't stop her. Instead I watch her walk away. Following her movements like a cheetah watches their prey. I don't close the door until she pulls out of my driveway. I lean on the otherside grinning like a maniac. This is going to be fun.
I'll see you soon, Dollface.