Ruined by LP Lovell Read Free Book Online

woman. We resolved our issues, but I still fucked her over. I showed her just how tainted and corrupt I can be. Let’s just say, she hasn’t wanted to touch my cock since. It may seem like a dick move. Okay, so fucking a hooker in front of her is without doubt a dick move, but I honestly had my reasons, which made complete sense to me at the time. She told me she liked me, liked me liked me…and that is a problem. I like to think of Molly as my sole selfless act. I could have kept fucking her, had my fill, let her believe that there was some good to be found in me, but I didn’t. I made sure she realised that there was no good to be found, because as much as I respect Molly and enjoy her company, I will never change. Molly deserves better. She knew all along that I wasn’t good enough for her, I just gave her the shove she needed to drop my arse. I needed her not to want to fuck me, because god knows, I can’t say no.
    “He just takes the piss out of you.” She says. “Don’t you Gary.” She coos.
    “You think? Fucker just took a shit on my rug.”
    She laughs. Hard. She laughs until she rocks backward and ends up sprawled on her arse. I scowl at her. “It’s not funny. I almost puked.” She laughs even harder, until tears are streaming down her face.
    “Fuck. That is just too much.” She gasps. “That dog is a legend.” He climbs on her lap, wiggling his little stump of a tail and shaking his fat arse.
    “Yeah? You want him? Because at this rate he’s going to a rescue centre.” I tell her. “And you know what they do in rescue centres Gaz?” He looks up at the sound of his name. “They castrate everything. Those gnads? Bye bye.”
    “Ah, you are so mean.” Molly starts to get up, still giggling. I hold out my hand, and she takes it. I pull her to her feet, and she ends up standing inches away from me. Her eyes meet mine, holding my gaze, as something crosses her expression. A slight blush creeps across her accentuated cheek bones. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. I don’t get pussy stunned often, but there’s just something about her. I don’t know what though. I mean, not to be a prick, but I’ve slept with hotter women, and I’ve slept with some of the most skilled hookers you can find. It’s just… her. I’m feeling a very real urge to shove my hand in my pants right now, you know, just to check that I still have a cock, and didn’t just grow a pussy as I thought that.
    “Thanks.” She whispers. It takes me a dazed moment to realise that I still have hold of her hand. I release her, and she steps back.
    “No problem.” I manage to respond. No problem? What the fuck? “I take it you’re going to this party tonight?” I ask, changing the subject.
    “You sound thrilled about it.” She smiles wryly. “And, I’m maid of honour. Of course I’m going.”
    “Just checking. I need at least one person there who’s not all wedding obsessed. That shit freaks me out.” I grunt.
    She grins. “Don’t worry. I’m sure there will be plenty of fresh meat for you to choose from.”
    “Well, you know that the best man and the bridesmaid are traditionally supposed to get it on.” I wiggle my eyebrows at her.
    She rolls her eyes. “They are not supposed to get it on. Anyway, on that note, I’m going to continue my run.”
    “Hey, you should come running with me some time. I think you’d enjoy the view.” I wink.
    Her eyes skirt down my body teasingly. “You know, I think I would. I might just take you up on that.”
    I’m still laughing as she pops her earphones back in and jogs away from me. Damn her arse looks good.
     
    It turns out this engagement party isn’t all that awful. I mean, it’s pretentious, but then I suppose there are certain expectations that have to be met. They could have picked a better venue. There’s enough chandeliers and old looking shit in here to start a fucking antique shop. Give me strobe lights and strippers in cages over this any day.
    I managed to skip the