JENNIFER POV
He didn't have to understand my reasoning. He didn't even need to know what my name was. I went to the pub that night with one aim in mind: to find a guy to sleep with. That was what I wanted, needed, and was seeking for.
I wanted a rebound guy and something as far away from serious as possible. All I needed was someone to laugh with, someone to tell me that I was beautiful, seductive, and desired. And, well, I'd been with someone other than my scumbag ex, Curtis, for far too long. I reasoned that hooking up with someone fresh, even if just for one night, may help cleanse that palette.
He seemed skeptical, as if he was waiting for the other shoe to drop, but we exited the pub together and he hailed a taxi. Yes, we spoke - just insignificant small talk - but I never got his
