- Who do you think you are to talk to me like that? - I answer, angry at his proximity. I smile because of the look he throws at my clothes and I disdain him. - Surprised I don't look like Hillary Clinton all the time?
I struggle to distract myself from her intimidating closeness, which makes her very uncomfortable. Ryder had a very strong presence and it was not because of his height, but because of his magnetic aura. His movements made me imagine things. He passes his hand over his face, drying out the sweat that ran down and then holds his thoughtful chin. His hands were still wrapped in bands and I looked away from them.
- I wouldn't say Hilary, but Margareth Thatcher for sure! - he answers with a sarcastic smile.
I frowned, taking a deep breath, when I realized that he was responding to my observation.
- Do you even know who Margareth Thatcher is?
- Who? The Iron Lady? - he asks by frowning. - It may not seem so, but I am interested in politics and of course I know that she was Prime Minister of the United Kingdom.
I look at Ryder without believing that he has heard of the most famous British woman in the world of politics. He smiles at me with his white and perfect. My eyes are fixed on your fleshy lips and a chill runs through my body, but I ignore it.
- I thought you were an ignorant pervert, but I can see you're just a real pervert. - I answer with disdain.
Ryder closes his smile, gets more serious and then lowers his head to my ear.
- Make sure I'm not an ignoramus, Evans! - he whispers as he loosens my hair adjusting to one side. - As for being a pervert, well... As far as I know, I haven't done anything to deserve your comment, but I'm sure I can fix it.
To my surprise, Ryder smiled kissing my neck, which gave me the creeps from the back of my neck to the base of my spine. I moan involuntarily and let slip a sigh of pleasure. I feel his arrogant laughter against my skin when I breathe, placing both hands on his shoulders. I close my eyes taking advantage of the sensation and bite my lower lip. For a few seconds I let myself be carried away by the pleasant sensation that his soft lips cause, but I decide to ignore Ryder. I wasn't in the mood to talk, exchange splinters or ironies with another arrogant idiot like Aron. I just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, because my head was starting to hurt again. I swing my head sighing and, pushing Ryder back, I step by him starting to follow towards the nightclub exit. He holds my arm, trying to stop me from following, and I turn angry to face his gaze.
- Goddamn it! - I squeal by pulling my arm. - Stop pulling my arm like I'm a sack of potatoes!
Rough screaming, pushing Ryder's chest and causing him to take a few steps back. He laughs, passes his hand over his naked chest and looks at me with disdain.
- Easy, princess! - he says laughing and raises his arms as a sign of defense. - I'd just offer a ride home.
I look at him ironically, ready to give a sarcastic answer, but a bunch of girls walk into the hallway screaming. I look at that bunch of wacky freaks that are starting to surround Ryder by hinting at him. He smiles with the attention they give him and even kisses the faces of some.
- What an asshole! - I whisper, mortified by the scene. - Oh, shit!
I put my hand on the cock mumbling because of the pain I feel. My body gets soft and I have to brace myself against the wall so I don't fall.
- Are you okay? Ryder asks in a worried tone, when he realizes I'm about to faint. - I'll take her home! You live in one of the dorms on campus, right?
- I'm fine! I'll answer before I walk away. Ryder makes mention of going after me, but she'll stop him. - You're pretty busy already. I might as well go alone.
- Wait! - He insists. - It's dangerous to walk around on your own, you know?
Ryder tries to make me change my mind by stepping forward with the ticks on his glue.
- You don't have to worry, I know how to defend myself very well. - I mean looking over your shoulder. - Besides, I don't want to be blamed for stalling girls' nights.
I smile with sarcasm pointing at the girls, who growl, stopping with their debauched giggles, as they whisper looking at me. Shrugging my shoulders, I just wave goodbye to the girls. Ryder looks back and I take advantage of it to turn towards the door, but he insists, holding me again. I realize that Ryder is at an impasse and doesn't want to let me out, but at the same time, trying not to get rid of the girls. I slap your hand and pull your arm again. I was already nervous about that whole "grabbing my arm" thing.
- Let go of me! - I say between my teeth, giving him another push. - Good night, Taylor!
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