Wild Bastard by Ella Savitskaya (best feel good books txt) 📖

"Cash, wake up" Red's voice intrudes into my dopey, pleasant dream, in which Reenah, in leather gloves, climbs on top of me, pummels me, and then pulls off her shirt and slips her tongue into my mouth.

I open my eyes when the thought that Reenah must be sleeping, too, bursts into my consciousness. I look at the empty half of the bed, and lean back on the pillow without the savage. The girl's gone. I smile stupidly to myself as I imagine how I'll find her and jam her up against the wall somewhere, then suck her plump lips and invade her tight hole with my fingers. My cock immediately presses against the mattress. I slip my hand underneath myself and squeeze it. Stay down, brother. She wants to play hide-and-seek with us. How can we deny a girl such a simple desire? 

"What are you doing here, Red?"

I remember about Alex and get out of bed with a jerk, stretch a few times, and rub my face with my palms. It isn't exactly the kind of company I imagined waking up today. 

Red sits down in his chair and hisses open the can of beer he, likely, found in my fridge.

"I was wondering how you are after yesterday. Did you and Larry work it out?"

"Yeah" I shout to him from the bathroom, turning on the water at the same time. "I'll pay him the money, and then I'll have a couple of months free of pay"

I take a quick shower and, after toweling myself off, put on my sweatpants. When I come out, I find Alex at the window, staring out into the yard. My friend looks puzzled, to say the least. 

"Hey, isn't that Mia?"

At the mention of my ex's name, I automatically clench my teeth and walk over to look outside. Bitch. I'd recognize her from a billion. Same blond hair, black jeans with holes in the knees, and a tight tank top to make her tits stand out. The slut walks to the door, and at that moment a bell rings through the house.

"Let's go" I nod to Red at the door.

"What's she doing here?"

"We'll find out. She called last night, said she missed me"

"No fucking way"

I wasn't the only one freaked out by her call. Red knows more than anyone what that bitch did to me. It takes us a few seconds to get downstairs. Laura had already let the guest in and was just about to come up to call me.

"Good morning" I politely greet Laura and she comes back to the kitchen.

I turn my gaze to the bitch, who is stomping unsteadily on the doorstep. I listen to myself, trying to find echoes of my former feelings, but nothing. Quiet as a in the minefield.

"Well, hello" I lean my head to the side, studying the face I used to love. Mia's cheekbones are sharp, she seems to have lost even more weight. There are bruises under her eyes, her lips are chewed up. So she's got problems, and she's come to me for their solutions.

"Hi, Matthew. Can we talk?"

I chuckle and squint at Red.

"She fucking wants to talk"

Red grins, too.

"Let's talk" he suggests, patting himself in his pockets for a pack of cigarettes.

"Come on. Let's go" I walk past her, not even caring that I am pushing her in the shoulder, and walk out into the street.

The sun is beating down on my face, making me squint.

"What time is it?" I throw a question at my friend.

"It's noon" Red answers, glancing at his phone.

"Wow"

I remember the reason for my sleepless night and feel another tingle in my chest. I'll deal with the bitch and go find my savage as soon as I can.

I enter the garage, specially equipped for personal "heart-to-heart talks. I clap my hands, and the dark room lights up. I like to please myself with these things. My father has a separate garage with his luxury cars, I have simpler things. But the comfort is at the highest level.

I fall on the couch. Alex sits down next to me. Mia shudders, not knowing where to put her ass, and I nod to a chair a few feet away.

"What made you risk coming to me after all?" I light a cigarette and let out a puff of smoke.

" I'm in trouble, Matt"

Of course she is. Why am I not surprised? I look up at her and suddenly realize what an idiot I was six months ago. I looked at that that bitch like at an angel. No, her look is really deceptive. She looks like a modest, proper girl, but in reality...

"You haven't been interested in my problems since you got me hooked on drugs"

The frightened look goes to the floor. Scared of me. That's right.

"You must be in a lot of trouble to come crawling in here, huh?"

It takes Mia a few moments to justify the reason. Thin, pale fingers peel off the nail polish. I want her to nervous. Now it's her turn to lie down in front of me. I look at her, and all I feel like I' m going to be sick.