For what?
11:39 p.m. | Luca
Giving me the image of your sweet ass bent over my knee getting pink from my hand.
Shit. That backfired.It should piss me off that he’s made such a remark. But my lower half is apparently a brazen hussy with no moral compass.
11:42 p.m. | Luca
Between that skimpy outfit and that mental picture, I’ll have plenty to jack off to later.
What the hell? And now I’m mad and horny.
11:45 p.m. | Luca
Now get in the damn house.
THE FOLLOWING DAY
I slink out onto the front porch wearing a revealing, short red nighty. The last few days have emboldened me. There are no headlights on, but I know he’s here. I can practically feel it.
Luca doesn’t want to have anything to do with me. And the feeling is mutual. Yet he won’t leave us be. So, I decide to remind him of what he’s missing. Hoping it will piss him off.
10:50 p.m. | Luca
What the fuck, Cucciolotta? Are you serious? Get in the damn house with that.
10:53 p.m. | Jillian
You don’t get to call me that anymore.
10:54 p.m. | Jillian
Leave me alone.
10:57 p.m. | Luca
No.
11:01 p.m. | Jillian
We’re over. There’s no need for you to be here.
11:05 p.m. | Luca
Whether we’re together or not. You’re no less mine.
11:07 p.m. | Luca
And I protect what’s mine.
11:11 p.m. | Jillian
I’m done with this. Go. Or I’m calling the police.
With that, the lights flick on, and the car pulls away. I should feel relieved.
But I don’t.