Another Damn Love Story

Sometimes when the world swings a bad happening at you, you just run and go find the people you love. So after being slapped, punched, and kicked in my damn balls after a couple of times, my dumb self realized that I missed home. I decided to go back to California, not for the sun, surf, and babes..okay maybe for the babes but it was just ONE babe. 

I swear man, just one. Ever since I was a little brat I would run around with my friend Lilly. She is pretty, yes, she has a nice body, of course, but it was the way she thinks that makes you slow down and think, Damn girl you are something else. I know you are probably like, Fuck Brycen Little you are sprung. Don't you think I already? So now that my dad is breathing down my neck to hurry up and get married, I went straight back to her. 

Well not right away anyways....

TWO DAYS BEFORE NEW YEARS

The club was pumping and the air was thick and smelled of weed. I had a dumb blonde grinding against me in a super tight dress that left little to the imagination. I was feeling pretty damn good with the alcohol rushing through my system and I tossed my head back, letting the loud pulsing music take me away. 

The blonde ran her thin hand down my chest, I watched her lips move but I couldn't really hear her over the damn music.

"WHAT?" I yelled leaning down, letting her grab a hold of my shoulders. She brushed my curls behind my ear and spoke in a slur.

"Can we go to your placccee?" 

I really studied her then, taking her condition and what not. She was hot, of course, she has a nice body, duh, but do I really want to fuck her?

Hell yeah Brycen you do.

I grinned and grabbed her hand, "Let's go love." She glanced at me confused, as I pulled her through the sweaty, hot bodies. I pushed against the heavy metal door and the cool air slapped my face, causing my eyes to water. Pinching my nose, I led her over to my car. 

Her drunken giggle rang out stinging my ears. "What are we going to do?" She tried to flirtatiously play with my hair, but she ended up stumbling back from the huge ass heels she was wearing. I was starting to reconsider my decision but then I looked at her ass and I remember why I wanted to hit that.

"What do you want to do?" I asked smirking pulling her up close to me, gently pinning her up against the car. Her eyes drooped, her lips parted slightly and I knew that was my cue. I kissed her then, a little roughly at first to show her how I liked it. She grasped the front of my shirt, our chests pressed tightly against each others and I could feel that she wasn't wearing a bra.

Damn.

Things really starting getting heated in that parking lot when my hand slipped under the skirt of her dress, her small moans filled the quiet air and I ready. Very very ready.

Now listen to this shit. I was there, making this girl want me, and I was jerked back. "What the hell man?" I growled turning around. The blonde fell to the floor and looked up. "Ow Mason you dipshit." 

A tall man bear thing towered over me, his arms were very hairy and he stank of sweat. I wanted to gag. "Who is is?" Mason the man-bear person growled looking at me when the question was directly towards the whore on the floor. She got up slowly and crossed her arms. "A Friend Mason now leave me alone."  

"That fag is your 'friend'?" 

I internally groaned and shook my head. The bitch had a boyfriend? Mason grabbed my shirt and tugged me close shaking me violently. I smirked looking up at him, "Whoa you Man-bear person calm down, It isn't my fault that your girl wanted me." 

Shouldn't of said that.

Next thing I know I was on the floor with a size 13 boot kicking my gut. The blonde tried to pull the Man-Bear off of me me put that was like a rabbit trying to pull a tiger off a dying antelope. Me being the dying antelope.

Fuck you antelopes.

I coughed and toke the beating like a man, letting him beat me until he was done. He skipped off with the damn blonde and I slowly got up and steadied myself. I wiped the blood off my lip and opened the car door. Instead of feeling defeated, I felt down, upset, and lost.

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 I stayed in bed longer that morning then usual. I covered my face with the blanket and blocked out all noises. I knew that I had to have a meeting with my father concerning some of the business. Business stupid fucking business. I hated all those serious matters and business talk. I am young, barely even 23 and I have to worry about stupid shit like that. 

Rolling out of bed, I pulled on a white polo and khaki shorts. I made sure they were just a little bit wrinkled just to make my father mad and I was out the door. Driving around in New York really fucking sucks. You barely even move and what not so I usually walk. No point in taking a cab anyways.

It takes about 15 to 20 minutes to get to my fathers office, I made it in 40 minutes. The receptionist smiled at me from behind the desk. "Hello Mister Brycen," she leaned over showing some clevage and I smirked. "Hello Nancy." 

"You never called me back Brycen." She pouted and layed her hand on my arm. Oh yeah I already fucked her...

I blinked at her and nodded, "Sorry, things came up." I waved and walked on down the hall, leaving Nancy behind. My father sat behind his desk, typing furiously. His brown hair was slicked back, his eyes were dark and stormy. 

That's how you know he is angry.

"Where in the fuck were you?" He snapped.

I slid down into the chair and propped my feet up. I smirked and shrugged. "Sleeping." "You know that you had to be here early. What happened?" I coughed and glanced him over "I toke things slow and enjoyed my morning walk. I apologize for enjoying nature." 

"Brycen, this is why I can't fucking trust you. You do things purposely to anger me. How are you going to run this business when you can't even wipe your own ass!" 

I couldn't help but laugh at that, I knew that he was just saying things to hurt me, but it didn't really matter anymore. I wouldn't let him get under my skin. "Oh and when are you going to settle down? I know you about fucked every girl in New York, even the ugly ones. See that is what I think you need. A damn girl to keep you in check since you seem to lack the ability to take care of yourself." My father barked each word pointing an accusing finger at me. 

I frowned and let it sink in, looking down at my hands. I was alone in a way. "I will get to that. I just haven't found 'her' okay?" I muttered standing up. I thought back to my childhood and saw her face, I then realized I needed to go back to her. 

I got up slowly and barely whispered a goodbye to my father. "Brycen where in the hell are you going!" He called angrily after me. 

I smiled to myself and pushed the door open. "California."