Tryst

"I was wrong about you. You sick son of a bitch. To think I ever trusted you." His mouth twisted into a demented smile at her little tirade. "What? You think this is funny?" She seethed.

"Honestly?"He took a swig of his brandy. "A little." Resting the glass on his knee he looks up at her. "I told you from the beginning what this was. What YOU were to me."

"Seriously? After all I did for you. All I have given you. Everything I gave up? Your just going to end it like this?"

He finished his drink in one swallow allowing the empty glass to slip onto the end table prior to standing. "Look, sweetheart." He touched her face with his fingertips bringing her eyes to his. "Let me make myself clear here. I am not ending anything." Her eyes sparked with a little twinge of hope. "Because, there is nothing between us to end. I fucked you. That's it. Nothing more. Now get the fuck out of my house."

"Fine, but don't come calling me the next time your dicks hard."

"Don't worry, I have a whole line of whores more than willing to take care of it"

"I am not a whore!"

"Really? Could've fooled me"

She clenched her fist wanting to silence him. "Go ahead and try" he dared her "just know I hit back. And I guarantee I hit harder than you"

She clenched her jaw and stormed out the door with a bang. Leaving him in silence.