Page 47 of Unruly

Darlin’:

What do you want?

She’s running out of reasons to fight this and we both know it.

Me:

I want you to leave the back door unlocked tonight.

Pause.

Darlin’:

Absolutely not.

Me:

I have something of yours.

Longer pause.

Darlin’:

What.

I take the photo—her underwear stretched over my fist, which is wrapped around my cock, the black fabric against my skin. I make sure my dick is rock hard and fully in view for her.

Three dots appear instantly.

Darlin’:

WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GET THOSE?

Darlin’:

Benjamin Cash Thornwood

Darlin’:

I tore that entire back room apart looking for them. I thought I dropped them in The Bar like an idiot.

Me:

You didn’t drop them. I took them right after you came all over my tongue like a good girl.

Darlin’:

YOU STOLE MY UNDERWEAR?!

I’m grinning so hard my face hurts.

Me:

I found them.

Darlin’:

YOU TOOK THEM