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truth was the exact opposite. If this man wanted to fuck with him then he was more than happy to oblige.
    Turning around he saw his friends were rushing out of the bar. Dorothy wrapped her arms around Emily’s shoulders.
    “Guy, what’s going on? We leave you alone to dance and you start a fight.” Wayne approached with Dale and Frankie close behind him.
    “I’m not starting a fight, but I’m sure as fuck am finishing it. That slut who was all over me, the blonde intent on getting a fuck?” He saw they remembered. “Yeah, it turns out she has a boyfriend, and she’s called him in to defend her cause or some shit. She fucking lied to make herself look like a victim.”
    He checked to make sure Emily was okay, not having a clue why. She was nodding at Dorothy and Janet. Lilly was on her phone, obviously calling a cab or something.
    “Fuck, Guy. Why can’t you just get a woman and not pick up your fucking strays in bars? I’m tired of this shit,” Dale said, clearly annoyed.
    “I didn’t start this shit. He started it, and now I’m going to end this fucker.”
    Don’t think about, Emily. You don’t know her, and she’s not important here.
    The other man came at him. His girlfriend was cheering him on, begging him to kick Guy’s ass for hitting on her.
    Watching his moves, Guy waited for him to strike before hitting out himself. The crowd was stupid. The drunken crowd was getting him angrier by the second. Did they know how fucking dangerous this shit was?
    “Your pussy is not worth this, man. Get a new one. She was not thinking about you when she took me around the back of the bar.”
    “Fuck you. My Claire is perfect and would never do that to me. You’re a liar. She told me you approached her, offering her money for her time. My woman is no whore.”
    Guy pitied the man. Shaking his head, he charged him, fighting with all of his might. He took the shots aimed at him, but when it came down to it, Guy got in the last punch sending the other man to the ground. He waited to see if the other man would get up.
    “Tommy, get your ass up,” Claire, the blonde, said. Her voice was raised, shouting across the distance.
    The man, now known as Tommy, stayed down. The night was ruined, and as Guy headed toward his friends he saw Emily and her friends climbing into the back of a cab.
    “What’s going on?” Guy asked.
    “We’re going home,” Dorothy said, answering him first.
    Emily looked at him with wide eyes. There was no fear, and as he glanced down her body he saw her arousal. Her nipples were rock hard pressing against the front of her dress. It was warm outside, so there was no way she was cold.
    “See you tomorrow,” Dorothy said, talking to Wayne.
    He didn’t have eyes for his friends, only the black haired woman staring back at him. What the hell was he supposed to say? He’d never been good at speaking or saying the right shit.
    Fuck.
    Shoving his hands in his pockets, he stared at her without saying a word. Dale and Frankie said goodbyes to their women, and he was left alone looking at her. She climbed in the back without saying a word. Once she was inside the cab, she didn’t even give him a glance, which pissed him off. All women looked back at him, waiting for his attention. What was so different about this woman?
    The car pulled away taking all of his unanswered questions with them.
    “Well, there go our women,” Dale said, turning on him. “Why did you have to start a fight?”
    Dale was their ride for tonight as he was the only one who hadn’t drunk.
    “It’s not my fault. The guy came at me, and then I was defending myself. He almost hurt, erm, that girl.” Why couldn’t he say her name? He knew her fucking name, Emily, but the words failed him.
    “Emily, her name’s Emily, and I’m sick to fuck of you behaving like a fucking teenager, Guy. When are you going to grow up?” Dale looked angered.
    “What the fuck is your problem? Is it because you didn’t get any pussy