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Pace
The blonde on my arm is driving me nuts. If it werenât for her giant fake tits, that I very much want to play with later, I would have ditched her at the door.
Weâre at a fancy gala for Coltonâs charity, and the five thousand dollar a plate dinner is designed to bring in the last of the donations needed to ensure the school and hospital he plans to open are fully funded in the years to come. Itâs a great cause. But all I want to do is leave.
âPace,â my date says, tugging on my tuxedo-clad elbow. âWhich one is your brother again?â
The one that looks exactly fucking like me, I want to answer. Instead, I point straight ahead to where Colton is standing talking with a group of benefactors. âRight there in the center. Thatâs Colton. And his fiancée Sophie is beside him.â
Weâve been mistaken for twins numerous times. Heâs three years older, but we share many similar features â tall stature, dark hair, deep blue eyes. The main difference â where Colton is hard edges and serious expressions â Iâm friendly, open and relaxed. Life is too damn short to take so seriously. But apparently, grasping our similarities is beyond the capabilities of her three brain cells.
âAre you going to introduce me?â she asks.
She wants to meet my family? No. But rather than provide her with an answer she doesnât want to hear, I choose that moment to take a swig of my bourbon and pretend I didnât hear her.
Iâd invited Sheena here tonight after meeting her at my health club. I didnât want to come to Colton and Sophieâs big event alone and thought it might be nice to have someone to talk to over dinner. Unfortunately the only thing Sheena wanted to discuss was her recent enhancements and how the plastic surgeon convinced her to go to a bigger cup size and how she thought he only wanted to sleep with her.
Well no shit he wanted to fuck you sweetheart. Line forms to the left, gentlemen.
After enduring two hours with the date from hell, all I want to do is fuck her in my car, and drop her off at home. Classy, I know. But you try spending ten thousand dollars on dinner for the worldâs most annoying date. I deserve a blow job at the very least.
Something tells me that on Monday Iâll be looking for a new health clubâ¦
Iâve changed gyms six times this year. The cancellation fees are killing me. Maybe itâs time to rethink my pick up strategy. Nah. There are lots of places in town with treadmills and free weights, and I have no problem switching clubs just to avoid running into my former hookups.