No Prince

by Stevie J. Cole

“You should learn to take a compliment, you know?” “You should learn to fuck off.”

Her lips brushed my jaw. “Do you wanna fuck me, Zepp?” “I wanna ruin you.”

Not only had Monroe stolen a car out from under me, but she had also just taken a blowtorch to my ego.

I could spot Zeppelin Hunt a mile away. All six foot plus of tattoos, and arrogance, as always, surrounded by his boys: Hendrix, Wolf, and Bellamy.

“You took my fucking car.”

“And?” “I need it back.” “And I need my dick sucked.”

Lmfao!!!

I didn’t like him, but that dangerous energy in such close proximity did something to me that I couldn’t deny. His gaze dropped to my mouth. “Get down on your knees and suck my dick, then maybe I’ll think about selling it to you.”

“He has much better offers than you,” she said, then stood up, and, for a second, I thought Monroe was going to punch her. “Well, you look like you suck dick like a champ. So yeah.”

Lmfao again!!!

Thirty minutes later, she had the car. And I had her—for three months.

“So Jesus has forgiven you for smoking weed in your bedroom?” “Probably not. But Mom thinks He has so…”

“Who you gonna bang first, Red?” He bit his lip on a grin. “Me or my brother? You want us at the same time, that’s extra.” “Gross. I’m here for Zepp.” “Final answer?” He opened the door wider, then stepped to the side. “’Cause, my dick’s bigger.”

I'm never gonna get thru this book with language like this Lmao

“Screw you and your small-dick power trip.” A cackle came from the living room. “Told you mine was bigger,” Hendrix shouted,

Maybe she had the same problem as me: she wanted me just as much as she hated me.

ME: Sounds like you have shit taste in guys LEAH: Your an asshole. ME: *you are

The fact he corrected her has me lmfao!!!

I searched her name on social media. Nothing came up, but I found the weirdo’s page. Amongst the Jack Skellington images and the Edgar Allen Poe quotes were a few pictures of her and Monroe.

Fighting him was pointless. He always won because I’d sold my soul. For three whole months. For a shitty car.

“She’s like an angry chihuahua.” “She’s a pain in the ass.” Or a pain in the cock. Whatever worked.

“Why are you such a dick? Or do you just want people to think that? Because you know, it’s a whole lot of dick...ness.”

“And just so you know, Roe,” he tossed the helmet to me, and I caught it against my stomach. “I won’t let anyone hit you, either.”

This was not a fairytale. I was no damsel, and Zeppelin Hunt was certainly no prince.

“Because I don’t want you going to jail for me.” Max deserved jail, Zepp didn’t.

“I’m gonna go to jail for something, Roe. Might as well be you.”

“Do I look like a guy who drinks milkshakes, Monroe?” “Who doesn’t drink milkshakes? You really are a psychopath.” “And you really are hot.”

I didn't come over here to jump in your bed, Zepp. I just needed...” Him. I had needed him.

“And I didn’t invite you over for a fuck.” He yanked me closer. “I just want you to stay. Al-fucking-right?”

“The first time I noticed you was two summers ago when you were washing some shit car in your drive. I told the guys you were off-limits.” He nudged me. “You’re welcome. Hendrix would have tried to screw you.”

The girl was making a habit of sleeping in my bed, not fucking me, then bouncing the next morning. And now, I couldn’t get her out of my damned mind.

There were pictures and lines, short sentences, and thoughts that told more than my lips ever would.

“Depends on how much you want us to know about each other.” I tapped the book in her hands. “It’s not pretty.” “The truth never is. Anything pretty is always a lie.”

“Do you trust me?” “Yes.” Another flipped page. “Why?” Her fingers gripped the edge of the book, and this time she hesitated before her gaze met mine. “Because you gave a shit. And no one else ever has.”

“You’re the only girl I’ve ever given a shit about.” I grabbed her hips and pulled her on top of me. Her hands went to my face. “Good.” And then she kissed me.

The entire “I feel bad, and I should act like it, but I don’t know what to say” bullshit.

“So, you think I’m gonna kill you, but you’re still here, huh?” “Yeah, well, I trust you.” And that...made me feel like I was worth something to her. And I liked it and hated it at the same time.

Her hand brushed my shoulder before her arms wrapped around my waist, her chin pressing to my shoulder. And goddamn, that broke me. I buried my face in her neck. Monroe was making herself a lifeline, and I was fucked. “That’s shit, Zepp.” “It’s just life, Monroe.”

“Is this you?” I waved the piece of paper around.

Serious ferris bueller vibes lol

Hard and hungry, the kiss threatened to steal my breath. “You have no idea how bad I want you.” And I wanted him. But I was not ready to have sex with him.

Of course, Zepp would have a piercing in his dick.

Interesting...

“What if we’re all just amoebas in some giant’s body. Just floating around and shit.” He passed the joint to Jade with a slight smirk.

Totally relatable thinking about krazie sh*t like this lmfao

Then it hit me like an eighteen-wheeler barreling down a road: She was a stripper and a virgin. How messed up was that, that we lived the kind of life where she was rubbing her tits in men’s faces and straddling their laps when she hadn’t even had sex. Something about that was downright tragic. Monroe James wasn’t at all what I had thought she was—what anyone thought she was. And she was so much better than I deserved.

He rounded the bed and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. “The only reason I didn’t fuck the absolute shit out of you last night was that, as selfish as I wanted to be, I couldn’t do that to you.”

Me: Just leaving Jade’s. Want to do something? Asshole: Eat Ur pussy…

No one had ever done anything for me the way Zepp had. And he’d done a lot, expecting nothing in return. He may have been a bad boy, but he was the best person I had ever known.

Zepp was everything I never asked for and didn’t want, but needed.

This was a fucking mistake, and I needed to leave because watching the girl I was falling in love with undress in front of men who would disrespect her in a heartbeat was something I knew I couldn’t manage.

I had never given a shit about a girl before, and somehow, this girl had managed to break me apart without even trying. Because I was pretty damn sure I was in love with her.

Before Monroe, all that had mattered were those moments of bliss, a quick high, a quick fuck, but now all that mattered was her. That was all that mattered, which meant I was screwed because I was undeniably in love with her.

If I was honest with myself, I didn’t want to leave him, either. There was no doubt anymore that I loved him, and love had made me weak.

Monroe rolled her eyes at him. “Your maturity never fails to astound me, Hen.” His wide-eyed gaze met mine. “She just called me a chicken!”

Lmfao!!!

“You can still talk with your hand on my dick.”

They say it takes twenty-one days for something to become a habit. It had been well over twenty-one days of Monroe staying at my house, and I found myself more than happy with the routine of waking up next to her.