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Been There, Banged That...My Life As A Man-Whore

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1 year later

I rolled over pushing whatever, or whoever was in my bed off. I just wanted to stretch out and the bitch was in my way.

“What the fuck?!” a females voice said, I couldn’t remember her name, if she even told me it. I groaned before looking at the blonde tramp standing in barely any clothes glaring at me. I groaned before throwing my head in my pillows. “Get your shit and leave, I want to sleep.” I told her honestly. I don’t even remember bringing her home. “Gladly Mr. Limp Dick!” she yelled before I snapped my head up. One thing a bitch doesn’t do is talk about my dick.

“Wasn’t my fault your shit stank so bad my dick went soft, you ever heard of a douche?” I told her which pissed her off even more. I know it probably isn’t true or is but she talked about my dick, in my house, and that doesn’t fly. “You should be the devil not a fucking Angel, whoever gave you that tattoo clearly was lying.” She told me. I knew what she was talking about; in one of my drunken night rampages at a party I had someone tattoo her name on my chest inside a halo.

Not only was it hard for me to forget the bitch but now I had her with me where ever I go. I flipped the bitch off and buried myself inside my pillows. All I fucking wanted to do was sleep, that’s all I wanted but when the bitch left she slammed the door. I groaned and pulled the blankets over my head. Then there was knocking not long after. I didn’t care who the fuck it was, I was trying to sleep and they wouldn’t let me.

“Go the fuck away!” I yelled and the knocking stopped and then it was quite again and I could sleep. But that wasn’t for long; sleep didn’t like me because of the stupid married bitch I fell for. She fucked me without even knowing it. Once I showered and all I wanted to drink. I didn’t care what anyone thought of me, fuck them, it’s my life and I’ll live it how I choose. Once I got downstairs the front desk stopped me.

“Mr. Williams, the neighbors would like for you to keep the noise down, also there was a young lady here for you.” The guy at the desk told me. Who would come here? “Yeah, tell them I’ll try. Did she give you a name? What did she look like?” I asked him hoping one of my flings didn’t go crazy stalker on me. “No sir, no name. She didn’t leave anything, asked if you still lived here and if it was ok to go up. I told her okay, sorry.” He told me but all I really wanted to know is who the hell it was, she was at my door.

“Do you remember what she looked like?” I asked him again.“She was very pretty, had red hair that’s all I remember.” He told me as I pulled out my phone showing him the old picture of Angel. “Is this her?” I asked him with hope. What if it was her, why would she come back a year later?“Yes that’s her but she looks a little older and different some.” He told me as I pocket my phone. Angel was here, but why? “Thanks James, do me a favor if she comes back even if I’m not here do not let her leave call my cell and I will be right here.” I told him as he nodded. Man I really needed a fucking drink now.“Sir, one other thing.” He told me as I started to walk away. “What’s up?” I asked him.

“She had a baby with her, I didn’t get a good look at it but she was carrying a baby.” He told me and I think I about died. Angel had a baby? Was it mine? Is that why she came back? There was so much shit going through my head I couldn’t think straight. “Thanks and remember she comes back do not let her leave I don’t care if you lock her in the fucking closet just do not let her leave.” I told him again as he nodded.

The closest bar was in walking distance and right now I could care less if it was empty I really fucking needed a drink. If it was my kid wouldn’t she of came sooner and told me? Did she really think of me as that much of a bad person to not tell me? It had to be her husband’s kid, but why did she come back if they started a family, was she trying to fuck with my head some more? All I wanted to do was drown her out but the more I drank the more I thought of her.

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