Decker POV:
I saw her pacing back and forth in the parking lot. She was talking to herself. "I can't believe I let Trevor talk me into coming out, especially to here. As soon as I learned where we were going and that it was singles night, I should have locked my door and eaten my secret stash of Hostess snack cakes. I should know I wasn't ready to be in this environment. And that asshole! He was the cherry on the cake of my awful fucking day! All I want to do is go home, watch my show, eat my snack cakes, and make mad, passionate love to my vibrator and forget about the stupid, arrogant, disrespectful, awful, sexy, panty-wetting, panty-dropping specimen of a man. God, what is wrong with me!"
She was startled by my deep, gravelly voice. Correction, my sexy as fuck deep raspy voice that sent a visible shiver down her body.
"You must be talking about me." She yelped and jumped about a foot in the air. I studied her face for a few moments. Despite what I said to Teddy, she is gorgeous. But there was no way I was going to admit that to anyone. She wasn't more than 5'1. She was in heels, so it made it a little tricky to tell. Her body wasn't bad at all. She was not the type I would typically go for, but looking at her, I was starting to change my mind about my exact type. Besides her sizable tits, which I would love to stick my—you know what? Nevermind. She had a juicy ass that I would love to bury my face in. And her thick hourglass shape and beautiful wide-doe eyes made my cock dance.
She wrapped her arms around her stomach like she was hugging herself. More like hiding her body from me.
"What do you want? Haven't you done enough? Just leave me alone. Go flirt with college bimbo Barbie at the bar. Maybe you can dump a drink on her, and she will tell you how sorry she is."
"Look, Sunshine, I came out here to say that I... I thought about it, and there's a slight possibility that you may not have been completely at fault for spilling my drink. So, I just wanted to say that."
"Is that your feeble excuse for an apology?"
"What do you want me to say?" This girl is so unreasonable.
"Usually, the words I'm sorry is an acceptable start to an apology."
"Are you going to accept my 'feeble attempt of an apology' or not?"
She threw her hands up in the air. "Are you for real! Why did you even bother coming out here if all you were going to do was be a condescending cocksucker!"
Did she call me condescending? "If you want to know, Sunshine, I am out here because my roommate wants to get into your roommate's tight pants. I was blackmailed into coming out here. So, can you at least tell your friend that I made an effort to apologize, but you refused to accept it so we can both go on our merry fucking way."
"You are so un-fucking-believable! How do you keep your knuckles from dragging on the ground, you Neanderthal!"
"I'm 6'4. It's not that hard. Now, will you text Travis and tell him we kissed and made up or what?" I would give anything to kiss you. To feel that shock of electricity course through my body again.
"Decker. His name is Trevor, not Travis, and I wouldn't kiss and make up with you if doing so solved world hunger!"
"Wrigley, is it?"
"Wrenly. My name is Wrenly. Jesus Christ!" She folded her arms, causing her breasts to bulge out.
Speaking of bulges, the one in my jeans was becoming painful. I was praying that her tits would pop out at any moment. I wanted to know if the color of her nipples matched the color of her lips. She really was so cute when she was angry.
"Jesus Christ? No. But I have had a few women call me God. But we were in bed, and I was doing this thing with my tongue where I--"
"For fuck's sake, spare me the gory details! If you just shut the fuck up, I will text Trevor and tell him everything is fine. But I will not say I accepted an apology you never even gave me! Are you happy? You get your way. I'm sure you always get your way."
"As a matter of fact, yes. I do. I have never had to work so hard for it before."
She sneered at me. "You can go fuck yourself now. Or get Bimbo Barbie to do it for you. Like you said, you always get your way, so go have your way with her." She waved her hand to dismiss me. "I have to order my Uber." She looked so hurt.
She went to walk away from me, and I felt something in my chest that hurt worse than the feeling in my pants. I grabbed her bicep. "Wrenly don't just walk away from--"
"Don't touch me!" She yanked her arm out of my grasp and lurched backward. She looked at me with terror in her eyes.
I held my hands up and backed off. "I wasn't going to hurt you. I didn't mean to hurt you if I did. I shouldn't have grabbed you. Sunshine, I am... I am sorry for scaring you or hurting you or whatever I did to make you react." I can't believe I just said that. It almost sounded like I gave a shit about her feelings. Typically, I would have just said to get over it, but I did. I did care about this girl's feelings. Why? She meant nothing to me. I didn't know her from any of my other pursuits. Wait, was I pursuing her? I saw her eyes become glassy. Oh, fuck. I made her cry. I am such an asshole.
"Did you just say that you were sorry?" Her voice was quiet. "So, you are capable of making an actual apology. Why now? Why for that?"
'I don't know. I didn't want you to think I was an even bigger asshole for touching you when you obviously don't like being touched."
She started rubbing her arms like they were cold. "Can you just go now, please?" She was still speaking in a quiet voice. All the sass and spunk she had just minutes ago was gone.
"If that's what you really want."
"My ride is going to be here soon. I don't need a babysitter."
"Are you cold? I mean, half of your clothes are wet."
"AND WHOSE FAULT IS THAT!" She snapped at me.
There's my Sunshine. I wish I had a coat on I could offer her. I don't let anyone wear my clothes. Most of them are worth more than their entire wardrobes combined. I turned to walk away. I got about ten steps away before I turned back around.
"Wrenly. That's a really beautiful name, you know."
"Well, at least something about me is beautiful. Right? I see how you look at my body. At me. I know I am not tall or thin or have a beautiful face, so don't humor me. But you know what? It doesn't matter. I'm not looking for Prince Charming. I'm not looking for anything. Especially validation from a cretin like you."
Owe. That really did hurt. She is practically yelling at me now. I don't like it when girls are emotional; she was getting super emotional. I don't know how to handle shit like this. I usually get the fuck out of there at the first hint of emotions. My feet were planted there. I didn't want to run.
"Do you want to come back inside and have a drink with me? I'm buying. I promise I won't spill it on you this time."
She smiled. She had a beautiful smile. "So, you admit that you spilled it?"
"Maybe." I smiled seductively. "Would it make a difference?"
She dropped her head and was kicking at the rocks on the ground. She looked so vulnerable standing there in her green dress, her hair pulled up into a bun. Holy shit. She looked exactly like Tinkerbell. I walked over to her and bent until my face was even hers. I was almost folded in half. "Pretty please, Sunshine? Come back inside and have a drink with me. I'll make sure you get a ride home. I'll even make sure that no one touches you. Please." I wasn't one to beg. I've never begged for anything from anyone. But this girl wasn't just anyone.
"I don't think so. I need to go home."
"Come on, Sunshine. I said please; and ask Teddy, I don't make a habit of saying please. What do you say?"
"My Uber is here."
"That is not what I was hoping you would say. Is there anything I could say to convince you?"
"Look, Decker, I am going to be honest. I don't like you. I know that you are being nice because you are being blackmailed into it, or you never had a woman wound your precious ego, or maybe you have a bet going with one of your friends on who can bang the fattest broad in the bar--"
"What? No. I would never bang a fat broad."
"And that's why you are a fucking prick. You know that, and I know that. Goodnight, Decker."
She got into the car, and I stopped her before she could close the door. "I do have a question."
She sighed. "What?"
"Did you really call me an asshole in three languages?"
She couldn't help but smile. "Yes. It would have been four, but I forgot how to say it in German."
"And you told me to go fuck myself in Italian."
"That I did." She closed the door.
"How did you know I would have a clue what you were saying?"
She pointed to my necklace. "The horn. It's an Italian amulet. So, I took a chance. Was I right?"
I nodded. "I am fluent, yes."
"So am I. Pure-blooded Italian, my family is from Calabrese."
"As am I. My family is from Napoli."
"Can I go now? You've overstayed your welcome." She pulled the door closed.
"Wait!" I motioned for her to roll down the window.
She rolled her eyes and lowered the window. "What?"
"Arschloch." I smiled. "The German word for asshole is Arschloch. And I would love to fuck someone but not myself." I winked at her.
She scoffed. "Can you please back away from the car so I can go home, take off this dress, and wash the stench of liquor off my body that you spilled on me? Oh, and sorry about the bet. My guess is you don't lose very often."
"There is no bet, Sunshine." I stepped back. "And I am really sorry about the drink."
The Uber pulled as I hoped I would see her again soon. I watched until I couldn't see it anymore. "Fuck."
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Third Person POV:
She took out her phone and texted Trevor just like she said she would.
Wrenly: I took an Uber and am heading back to the house.
Trevor: Did he apologize to you?
Wrenly: Let's just say you shouldn't feel guilty if you want to go for it with Teddy.
Trevor: He didn't say he was sorry, did he?
Wrenly: Actually, he did.
"Is that her?" Teddy asked.
"Yeah, she said he apologized."
"Are you fucking joking? He said the actual words 'I'm sorry' to her?"
Trevor: Teddy wants to know if he said the actual phrase I'm sorry.
Wrenly: The actual words. Twice. Once for the drink and once for something else.
"She said he said it, the real words, and he said it twice."
"That's impossible. He never says, 'I'm sorry,' and there is no way in hell he said it twice. Wait. Why did he say it twice?"
"Good question. Let me ask."
Trevor: What was the something else?
Wrenly: Doesn't matter. It's no big deal. I'm sure he said it only to save face.
Trevor: According to Teddy, if the words I'm sorry came out of Decker's mouth, it was a big deal.
"She says he said it but that it's no big deal."
"Oh, it's a huge deal."
Wrenly: Why don't we just let it go? I am almost home, and I am going to drink a bottle of wine and try to forget tonight and dickhead Decker. Have a good night with Teddy. I love you, and if you bring him home, please don't make a lot of noise.
Trevor: Alright, Sugar Pop. Text me if you need anything.
Wrenly: I will. And tell Teddy it was nice to meet him, and I never want to see his dickhead roommate again. So, keep that in mind when you have him over in the future.
Trevor: I will pass it on. I love you!
Wrenly: I love you more!
Trevor: I love you the most.
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"Well?"
"She's in an Uber on the way home. She said it was nice to meet you, and she said, and I quote, I never want to see his dickhead roommate again, so keep that in mind when you have him over in the future."
"At least she knows what she wants. Do you think she's okay?"
"She'll persevere. She always does. I'll check on her later. Shots?"
"I would love a shot," Decker said, walking up to the table.
"Umm. Hey, Deck. So, how did the apology go?"
"I didn't apologize. I mean, I didn't come out and say I'm sorry. Didn't she say it was all okay? She said she would text you and let you know it was all good."
"She did," Trevor said, giving Teddy a confused look.
"Trevor said she left. Did she say anything to you?"
"No, we didn't talk. She's an emotional dumpster fire, and personally, I didn't want anything to do with that. Sorry, Travis, but your friend is a nutcase."
A loud smack hit Decker on his right cheek. "My name is Trevor and don't you ever talk about her like that again. You don't know her. You don't know what she has been through. You are such a poor excuse for a human being. Stay away from her. You don't even deserve to breathe the same oxygen as her."
I know. You're right. I rubbed my cheek. "I'm going to get hammered. Don't wait up, and don't bring him home!"