Review: Dump and Chase

Dump and Chase by Toni Aleo
My rating: 2 of 5 stars

2 ⭐⭐ - Meh!
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Our hero prefers having sex with whores and without using a condom than risking his heart in a real relationship.

What?
Unprotected sex?
WTF!
Our heroine despite being a fool, requires sex with a condom. Good for her.
The rest of the story is the same as always.
She has been in love with him since she was a child and he has never seen her like that.
But the wild sex made him curious about her.
He has childhood traumas that prevent him from committing himself or saying I love you.
Blah blah blah...

He never noticed. It was like I was invisible to him.

“Whoa, buddy. Where is the condom?” He draws his brows in. “I’m clean.” “So? I don’t know that, and you also don’t know that I’m clean—though I am.” He looks so offended. “Usually, the girls Chris brings don’t make me wear one.” Now, I’m offended. “Well, I’m not like these other girls you keep bringing up.” He blinks, and I narrow my eyes. “You’re sure the hell not.”

“Wow. Couldn’t wait for me?” He trails kisses down my back, squeezing my ass as he chuckles. “No one has ever said that to me.” “Well, you may be some hotshot hockey player, but I like getting mine just as much as you do.”

“So, sorry for not asking earlier—” I look up at him, the shadows hiding his beautiful eyes. “But what’s your name?” I blink. A cold feeling fills me as my heart sinks. He doesn’t know who I am?

“I know it’s shitty, but Chris didn’t tell me your name. He usually tells me the names of the girls he brings for me to hook up with.” “For you to hook up with…” I say slowly. “Yeah. You knew that, right?” Now, anger explodes inside me. “Yeah,” I lie as I close my eyes. I feel tears gather behind my lids as I ask, “So, you don’t know who I am?”

I was just another girl for him to fuck.

My bedmate’s legs are tangled with mine as my arm rests lazily against her waist. She is so soft. A bit thicker than I’m used to, but one night with her, and I realize I’ve been missing out. Hell, Chris has been holding out on me. He should have brought her in at the beginning of our little arrangement. I’ve never felt this satisfied in my life, and man, I want more.

It’s the first time I regret not being sober when I had sex.

I owe Chris for this one. He never disappoints. He brings me some really great girls who keep quiet about our time together, but he went above and beyond with her.

“He wasn’t interested in you, never has been. Like you’ve said many times, it’s as if he doesn’t even know you’re there. Why in the world would you think, after ten years of being ignored, he finally sees you and wants to bang?”

“I just wanted him so bad.” “And now you’re just a little notch on his bedpost.”

I grin. “I’m special.” “You are,” she agrees, and then she sets me with a look. “Which is how you should be treated. Don’t be slumming it with assholes who thought you were brought there to be a booty call.”

“No, Aiden. I am not. I wanted to sleep with you, and that was it. But a bit of advice…” She leans in, and I hold my breath. “Next time you decide to fuck some girl who walks up to you, ask for her name and maybe volunteer to wear a condom.”

“Hey, don’t blame me for liking it without a condom. It’s a different sensation, and I get off faster.”

“Faster?” she asks incredulously. “You get off faster than that? Thank God I made you wear one.”

I have never been accused of not satisfying my partner in bed, and it drives me crazy that she is claiming I didn’t.

“But, honestly, Shelli. You were just another fuck. You gotta remember that.”

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