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Sneak Peek: Anger Managed

I am not sure why I am here. It’s not like I actually hit the bastard. I am trained to shoot, if I wanted the fucker dead he would be dead. I just wanted him to piss his pants and I succeeded. Too bad the ugly whore he was doing was still underneath him. I can laugh about it now. The asshole pressed charges, saying I was trying to kill him. Again if that were the case he would be.

I work for the FBI. I have been with them for two years as a field agent. I had just gotten off of a double shift, tracking down an arms dealer. I was exhausted and only thinking about climbing into bed when I walked in on my boyfriend sleeping with his slutty secretary. I shouldn’t have been surprised it’s not like I didn’t know what kind of man he was before I got involved. What is it about us women that we think we can change a man?

He was very surprised to see me, but more surprised when I pulled out my gun and proceeded to shoot inches from his head. You think I enjoyed hearing the shrieking bimbo as she flailed around on my boyfriend’s cock? Hell no. He cried his eyes out while she screamed and the whole time I thought ‘what the hell did I ever see in this guy?’ I mean come on. Here he is not even trying to protect the plastic bimbo.

Now, I am here and I am pissed that I have to be. Anger Management. Who in the world would think that talking in front of a group of losers was a way to end your aggression? If anything it seems to be adding to mine. I feel a headache coming on. You know the kind that starts behind the eyes and feels like something is behind them, trying to get out.

This man is droning on about how he lost his job because he punched a customer. His whining is making my fingers itch to choke him. Okay maybe my superior has a point. The only thing that is keeping me in my seat now is that I am playing a game, I am trying to figure out what each person did to get landed in here before they talk. The agent in me is testing my skills. The little old lady I have pegged for road rage. The man to her right is domestic abuse and to the left, is Mr. Sexy.

I am stilling trying to figure out Mr. Sexy. If I had a dick it would be hard. The man is gorgeous. He is tall even for me. I always hated my height. I am nearly six foot and guys in school were intimidated by my height. It used to tick me off that none would ever ask me out. Then while I was in college I got tired of being asked out. Grass is always greener on the other side, my momma used to say.

Mr. Sexy has me stymied and that’s not easy to do. I honestly do not think he belongs here. What could he have done? Not tip a waitress. Even that doesn’t seem to fit. What is really getting to me is how his big beautiful green eyes have not left me since he sat down. Curse those pretty eyes. I shouldn’t even be tempted. Some women love a great ass and some like a killer body. Me it is soulful eyes. Pretty big eyes fringed in thick lashes makes my panties wet.

I am not sure Mr. Sexy has even blinked. I seem to be his soul focus. I wonder if he is like that in the bedroom. The jackass that caused me to be in this situation, was lacking when it comes to sexual prowess. I want someone who takes charge and makes sure I cum first. Rat bastard, tried and most of the time I would fake it. It was a pity cum. A cum that was nothing more than your good acting skills could supply. Like he knew the difference.

I want someone who can tell me what to do and not fear me. I want to be tossed around and fucked within an inch of my life. I want a larger than average cock that can last longer than the shmuck did. Two pumps and a squirt does nothing for me. I want a real man who isn’t afraid to stroke the clit while riding me. Dick-less wonder’s pride got in the way of him ever being a good lover. The slutty secretary was sure carrying on like he was good but I know a good play acting. She can have him.

It is Mr. Sexy’s turn to talk. His beautiful green eyes stay on me as he talks about threatening his neighbor whose dog keeps shitting in his yard. I am not buying it. For some reason my bull shit meter is dinging. His brown hair is medium length and very well styled. His clothes are wrinkle free and he doesn’t have a single blemish on his golden skin. He screams married at a glance but then you really look at him and you see it. This is a man of money. Not sure how much but enough to hire someone to clean and iron his clothes. He also does not have a violent bone in his body.

When they get to me, I tell them about my ex and his shitty display of idiocy. I talk about shooting at him but knowing I would miss.

“Your Superior Mr. Ricker sent me his file on you. He says you are a very good marksman. Can you tell me why you shot at him in the first place?” The head shrink asked.

“I wanted to scare the shit out of him. I had to buy a new bed anyway. The woman probably had crabs.” Mr. Sexy starts laughing. I can’t help it, I smile back at him. Oh lord, the man has dimples. I am so fucked.

“Yes, I get that but you stated to your superior that you were never in love with this man.” And there lies the kicker. I have even thought about this.

“I think it was the principle of the matter. He needed to have balls enough to say we were done rather than bring home a bimbo.” I say as I look at the shrink who shakes his head.

“There is more to it. Dig deep.” His penetrating eyes hold mine as I think back to how I felt walking in to that room.

“I was angry that I had not already broken up with him before I had to buy a new bed.” I say but that’s not quite it.

“He used me for a place to live and I knew it in that instant. He was a loser and I was stupid enough to think he would change.” Finally the psychologist nods his head.

“I want you to think about how to avoid that in the future.” He tells me. I shrug my shoulders.

“Avoid men like the plague and then no more dick-less losers.” I tell him as Mr. Sexy starts laughing again. Dr. Davidson glares at him until he sobers up.

“I think you should concentrate on not dating guys that need any changing and you need to think of the pros and cons. What can you live with and what has to not be in the equation.” Dr. Davidson says. Sound advice for someone who probably met his wife in college and married as soon as he got residency. Now, probably cheats on his trophy wife with a nurse or cleaning lady.

I know I have become cynical in my life and with those around me. If you saw the shit I did every day you would too. Maybe it is time for another annual vacation. Where I say I will go somewhere fun and not be so cautious but every damn year I spend it in my apartment trying to reevaluate my life. Well I can do that shit now. Why do I not have a man in my life? Well, because they suck. Why am I still in this apartment? Because my ass is too lazy to move. I know the answers.

Maybe it’s time for a change. I will look at houses tomorrow. Oh who am I kidding? I will wake up tomorrow and go in to the office and work. Then, I will be too tired to do anything else but come home and crash. Sounds like the story of my life. I need something to shake up the monotony. I look over at Mr. Sexy. I bet he would be a great ride. Of course the skeptic in me is looking for his flaws. Maybe he has a tiny dick. My eyes travel down and he clears his throat. Damn. Busted.

I look back up quickly to find him smiling and he gives me a wink. Damn him and his gorgeous dimples and fuck me eyes. He is too good looking for his own good or mine. I wish I could say that I handled things like an adult and just looked away and continued to listen to the remainder of the people, but I can’t. I turn my hand to him and let my middle finger spring up like it was a kid on a trampoline. Damn thing likes to get me in trouble. The cheeky bastard.

He laughs even harder until he gets a disparaging look from the good Doctor. I roll my eyes and try to ignore him for the remainder of this session. It was even harder than the time I tried not to eat the last chocolate truffle that I knew my mother wanted. I swear to this day that a little devil sat on my shoulder encouraging me to eat it. “Come on nobody will know it was you” It told me, only the smear of chocolate on my upper lip as I plead my case was my downfall. Thankfully, mom took pity on her pathetic child and her first lie.

Ignoring Mr. Sexy was like having that devil on my shoulder again. I can even see her now in her red leather outfit with a whip like tail and little red horns sprouting out of my jet black hair. Yes she is me only with more attitude, if that was even possible. “Look at that sexy man. I bet we could take him home and ride him like a prized pony.” Damn devil voice, go away. Although what she says does have merit.

I look up when people start standing up from the circle of chairs. I must have been off in my own world. I try not to do that often. In my line of work that’s a death sentence. I must always remain on guard. I never know whom I pissed off by arresting them or someone they care about. We lost a field agent a month ago that way. I told myself then that I would always stay aware of my surroundings and here I am letting myself be distracted.

I need to get the hell out of here and learn to block Mr. Sexy from now on. It is too soon to get involved after the last attempt at having a love life went up in smoke. I look over at him one last time as I make my way to the door and seeing him following the sway of my hips. Not a chance in hell will I be able to avoid him. I’m fucked.

Sneak Peek: Looking For Him

Searching for the man who was waiting for a flight from Dallas at the Denver International Airport on Tuesday at 5p.m. He has brown hair and blue eyes and talks with a southern accent. Please contact Jeremy # 303-225-2232

My friend Michael holds up the paper to show me the help wanted post in the paper, as if I didn’t hear him as he read it to me. I am shocked speechless. My parents had come to town on Wednesday and I had been at the airport picking them up. A man sat next to me and we started talking. He was gorgeous and I was immediately attracted to him, only I didn’t know his sexuality.

“It has to be you Gage.” He tells me as if I do not already know that. Jeremy was everything I ever wanted in a man. Unfortunately, when my parents stepped off the plane. I was separated from him before I could find out more. When I finally saw him again it was with a woman wrapped around him. I assumed he was straight and tried to forget him. I didn’t work. Late at night I wake up with my cock hard and my pulse racing. I would still have his light aqua colored eyes on my mind.

Here it was nearly a week later and it looks like I wasn’t the only one who was spellbound from that single meeting. I know that I need to call him but not in front of Michael who is still upset from our breakup. Michael and I should never have dated. We both like to be dominated and I was left unsatisfied when I tried to be the aggressor. Michael knows it too though he doesn’t want to admit it.

“I knew you broke up with me for someone else.” He says as he flings the paper down in a snit. I broke up with him because we were incompatible and he knows that. Someday he will thank me. I cross my arms and watch him as glares at me.

“You know why we broke up and I am sorry that it hurt you, but we both know it never would have worked.” I actually wanted it to work. We had been best friends for a long time. Who is better to fall in love with? Only problem is that I want and need to be punished as much as he does. Punishing him did nothing for me accept make me crave something else and someone else.

Jeremy, I know is a dominant in the way he carries himself and I felt the pull toward him. I enjoyed our short exchange and craved more. Afterward I went home and told Michael that we couldn’t see each other again, even though I thought I would never see Jeremy again. It wasn’t for another man, it was more for what could be. Michael is just hurt right now and not seeing clearly.

“I didn’t come here to fight with you. I came because we have been best friends since I moved here and I miss your friendship but if it’s too soon then I will understand.” I tell him as I pick up the napkin form my lap and set it on the table. I stand up and put a twenty dollar bill on the table. It was my idea to meet over lunch, therefor I will pay. I really had higher expectations for our friendship. I thought he would at least want to keep me in his life. I guess it is just too soon to see.

I leave the restaurant and pick up another paper from the machine outside before climbing into my car and leaving. I didn’t want to take the paper from Michael. It would have shown him that it was indeed me the man had written about and he wasn’t ready to be rational about it. I wish I could say that our friendship is salvageable but I just do not know at this point. I made a huge mistake in thinking that things would be good between us.

I pull up in front of my apartment building and shut off my car. I pull the paper out and open it to the classified section. I find the post and pull out my phone. I punch in the number and take a deep breath before pressing send. It rings twice before the deep, sexy voice that has starred in my dreams every night for almost a week, answers.

“Hello.” He answers and I nearly chicken out and hang up.

“Hi.” I say shyly. I probably sound like a child nervously talking to his first crush.

“It’s you.” He says and I hear his deep sigh and it lets me know that he has been eager to talk to me.

“Yes.” It is all I can think to say.

“Meet me at The Platte.” He tells me instead of asking him. I shiver at the authority in his voice. My already hard cock twitches. This man gets to me in a way that no other has been able to.

“What time?” I ask him as I pinch the tip of my cock to get it to behave.

“Seven, don’t be late or I will punish you.” He tells me with a growl to his voice and my body jerks as I cum from just the threat alone. I moan long and my body shudders as the last pulse of cum leaves me and spreads down my leg. I have not done that since I was thirteen with the boy next door, while watching him undress.

“Holy fuck, you just came didn’t you?” He asks in his deep superior voice that I feel compelled to answer.

“Yes, sir.” He groans and I know that I have pleased him with my answer and it makes my cock harden again. It has never done that before. It usually takes time to get it up again. I guess it just takes pleasing this man to do it in a quarter of the time.

“Wear jeans and a t-shirt that will make me smile like the last one.” He tells me. I smile as I remember the shirt I had been wearing. It read, I with a picture of a heart and a picture of a rooster at the bottom. Thankfully, my parents didn’t understand it or maybe they did and didn’t say anything, for which I am forever grateful.

“I will.” I tell him with the perfect shirt in mind. I grin as I think of how he will react. I already know what to wear with it too. I will have Jeremy wanting more.

“What is your name?” He asks. I chuckle as I realize that I never gave it to him.

“Gage.” I say and I hear him repeat it several times before addressing me again.

“I will see you tonight Gage.” He says in his deep, sexy voice, causing a shiver to race down my spine.

“I will see you there.” I tell him before disconnecting the call and letting out a great, shuddering breath. I look down at my damp pants and groan. I can’t believe I did that. I grab a sweater from the backseat and tie it around my waist. I roll my eyes as I check to make sure the dark spot is covered. If I am around Jeremy like this again I should carry a jacket or something. The man is potent.