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“So, Where are you from? Amazing.”

“Here’s another one. “ Where are you from” is the same question everyone asks. I don’t mind answering if you don’t think about how your father and uncle molested you. Yeah, well, little tough Angelica May survived. California,

I smile and answer the stranger next to me, who’s been trying to get into my pants for the last half hour. I’ve always wanted to go there. The stranger says. Yeah, with an attitude like that, you’re gonna have a good time. I think to myself.

“Can I get you a drink, please?”

Ugh, would they ever stop? It’s the same attitude for all the guys. They’re still saying the same fu*king pickup line like they have a chance. Sure I don’t mind having a one-night stand. But sometimes we need only the real intimacy that most men don’t have. Just as I’m about to say no, a voice comes from behind me.

“It’s not going to happen, bro”.

I turn to see who has such an aggressive, deep voice, that I like to hear when I’m in bed. The voice that shakes me to my core. That can only make me want more. I turn and look at this handsome, not too broad, alpha-kind male. He had his hands in his pockets and was staring directly at the dumb stranger sitting next to me, his eyes reflecting the lights of the bar.

I’ve been with my share of men, and never have I ever seen someone this attractive. I was curious about the way he addressed me. Without even realizing I was thinking about him and me, getting all over each other, eating stuff off each other, maybe getting a little kinky and tying each other while the other teases the other. I’m a little naughty like that. But all these things are those which we see in the movies or something. This isn’t a fantasy world. So I immediately snap out of it.

The stranger gets up and tries to face the sexy gentleman, only to discover that he’s way bigger than he is. The stranger tries to keep his cool, acting like he can stand up to him even when they are looking like the elephant and the ant.

“The stranger asks in a fake deep voice. Is there a problem?”

The sexy gentleman looks at me for a second and laughs, which I find pretty interesting for some reason. He’s silent for a moment and finally speaks.

“The problem is not me, it’s you.”

“Oh, my god, that voice is making me feel things I only felt when I was making myself satisfied with a fella toy of mine. How can someone’s voice affect me like that? It’s never happened to me. Now, all I could think about is taking him back to my house, pushing him to the bed, ripping his shirt off, and kissing him all over the body. Yet I’m here knowing that it’s not gonna happen but acting like I know it would.”

“What do you mean?” He asks the stranger, “Who are you?”

And there goes my imagination. I catch the gentleman looking at me with a sharp eye. It’s like he’s reading my mind.

“She doesn’t care about you, and she’s never gonna care about you. “He says”.

The stranger looks at me with confusion, instead of defending him, I give him a look and ask what he’s gonna say next. He looks at the gentleman.