"You never told me you're called The DICK," she said out of the blue.
He groaned. "It's just a stupid nickname."
"How did you get it?" Great curiosity appeared on her face, and he hated it because this was something he'd much rather erase in his pas...
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Zarek was watching the citizens of Dessertville and meditating like he usually did late at nights - that was, if he wasn't burried deep within a mouth or a vagina.
Everyone knew, even Evangeline, that that alley belonged to him. So Zarek was irritated, to say the least, when he caught Hunter and Alisha demonstrating their affection publicly in his special spot. Their moans were getting louder as their hands ran through each others' bodies.
Disgusting, Zarek thought.
He watched with distain as Hunter Adams, the fake gentleman, pushed his tongue down Alisha's throat. Zarek didn't know what her last name was, and neither did he care. He could bet with his Mustang, that was parked facing them, that neither did Hunter.
Hunter had a girlfriend, Anastasia Coal, and she was the coolest person in Zarek's opinion. She was deadly courageous, confidence dripping out of her, and witty as hell. She could fuck you over, and you'd still be mesmerized by her beauty. Zarek had no idea how a girl like Anna settled for a douche like Hunter.
It was similar to how Eva fell for Zarek.
Hunter didn't appreciate Anastasia's worth, too blinded sucking life -and juices, for that matter- out of a cheap whore he knew for two minutes. Alisha, who was cradled next to him in a slutty tank top and knockoff booty shorts, was an excellent example of a cheap whore.
Alisha didn't know Hunter or Zarek, yet there she was, hanging out with them in an isolated, dark alley in the middle of the night.
Zarek shook his head, his blond locks falling over his forehead. He reached for his Nat Sherman cigarettes and lightened a roll, sucking on it as if his life depended on it. The sweet burn the smoke offered made Zarek's electric green eyes flutter shut. He enjoyed the tasty drag, keeping it in for a moment. Zarek cocked his head back, his Adam apple popping, as he released the white fog into the sky.
As if he sensed it, Zarek's electric green eyes snapped open. He caught sight of a familiar, jiggling ass; the black with the wig. The girl had a similar leggings, except they weren't grey but dark blue. Her black hair was still dramatically long and unrealistically shiny - synthetic. Her same signature casket was over her head, probably covering the fake hairline.
Zarek's curious, electric green eyes followed the girl. She looked familiar. He had seen her somewhere before without her cheap wig and slutty leggings. Zarek just couldn't wrap his head around her identity. The feeling of not knowing ticked him at his nerves.
He finished his luxurious cigarette and threw it away on the sidewalk. He turned around and focused his attention on the soon-to-be porn scene. Hunter and Alisha pulled away to breath, and that was when Alisha finally acknowledged Zarek's presence.
