Hurt You So Good

Lachlan

“Let’s stop here, I’m starving Lach.” Lauren points at the quaint cafe on the corner. “Cuppa Joe’s” is the name. “Fine.” I answer shortly, already annoyed at myself that I promised her breakfast after her disappointing performance last night. I can be a gentleman sometimes, I don’t just fuck them and kick them out. At least, not all the time. Unfortunately, I couldn’t just do that with Lauren. Her parents and my parents have agreed to arranged marriage for her and I. I only keep her around to keep up with appearances, and to please my parents. If it wasn’t for that, I’d keep her hidden and out of my face because she annoys the shit out of me. We walk in and are immediately greeted by a nice ass. Oh, uh, I mean a nice woman with a nice ass.

God, yeah, you get it. She has a nice ass, okay? She tells us to sit anywhere that’s clean. I choose the table by window and sit where I can view the entire establishment. Lauren is whining some bullshit next to me as my eyes sweep over the woman cleaning the tables. Her curves were handcrafted by God himself, her long dark hair cascades beyond her shoulders and move with her as she wipes the table clean. Shit, she’s headed this way, my eyes fall to her hips and how they move as she walks closer. My breath hitches in my chest as she and I make eye contact. She is fucking stunning. Her golden tanned skin (not that artificial bullshit like Lauren) and her light-brown eyes sparkle in the daylight, cute as fuck freckles lightly dust her cheeks and button nose. And her lips, fuuuuuuck, her lips are full and pink. She is easily the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. “I swear, you are such a piece of shit Lachlan Knight.” Lauren whisper-hisses snapping me out of my lust-filled thoughts. I drop my head and pretend to scroll on my phone as the woman approaches us. “Hey, Hi— I uh, I’m Carmyn, your server for the day, what can I get for you?” She asks, and I blatantly ignore her even though my heart is beating out of its fucking cavity. Lauren guffaws from her seat to the left of me and I know it’s about to get ugly. Let’s see if Carmyn can handle herself or not. She turns to Lauren, “I’m sorry, is something the matter?” Carmyn asks and from the corner of my eye I see Lauren roll hers. Just then, I’m thankful for the text that comes in from Lucci, the head of my security team at the club.

Lucci: Boss we got a problem.

Me: What is it?

Lucci: The bartender called in sick for her shift tonight and her backup isn’t picking up the phone.

Me: Such mundane things you bore me with Lucci, get it fixed. Where the fuck is Iliana? I pay her to manage, so make her fucking manage. Do not waste my time with such minuscule matters again.

Lucci: Sure thing boss. My apologies.

The last I hear of the conversation is Carmyn, calling Lauren a bitch which causes me to snap my head up from my phone and look at her. She looks back at me, fire in her gaze. Atta girl. She storms off and runs into a very familiar looking woman whom I assume is her boss by her reaction. As they walk away, Carmyn looks back at me and my balls tighten. The look of her pissed off is one thing, but the eyes she’s giving me right now.. Let’s just say, I wouldn’t mind her looking at me that way while she’s riding my dick. “You didn’t have to do that, y’know?” I ask Lauren, not even looking at her. I’m still watching Carmyn as she walks away. “Oh whatever, you were too busy eye-fucking that slut anyway!” She yells, getting up to leave. “Let’s go. Now.” She says in a clipped tone. I shake my head, “Have Tony drive you home. I have some business to attend to in the area, anyway.” I say, dismissively. Instead of arguing, Lauren stomps off and I am immediately relieved in the absence of her presence. I wave over another waitress, she comes over quickly, her curl bouncing around her shoulders. She smiles warmly and asks, “How can I help you?” I nod towards the manager’s office door, “Please make sure Carmyn gets this card. I have a feeling she will be needing a job soon.” And with that I get up, drop $100 on the table and leave.

I stroll down the sidewalk before I hear the chime of the bell from the café. Carmyn rushes out of the door and towards her car. I watch her from a distance, she’s upset and it shows all over her beautiful features. Before long she’s peeling out of the parking lot at a high speed. I walk back to the café and head inside, seeking out the manager whom I now remember. I walk right up to the office door and let myself in without knocking. “Marcella Bianchi. Lucci’s wife.” I say, striding in. She looks up from her computer, “Mr. Knight, Wh—What are you doing here?” she asks nervously. I smile, “I’m here because I want you to tell me all about Carmyn. What’s her name, where is she from, y’know. That kind of thing.” I say. Her eyes widen as she asks, “You’re not going to hurt her, are you, Mr. Knight?” I shake my head, “Oh I am going to hurt her, but not in any way that she won’t like.” I say, smirking like the devil himself while Marcella tells me everything she knows. Carmyn Reynolds, this will be fun.

Coming soon: Chapter Three — Carmyn (Everything is Gonna Be Alright)