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But of course I didn't. I mean that would be such a bitch move to do.
"Grady, you're fucking me so good, don't stop baby," the girl moans and all of a sudden I think I know who it is.
That's Alyssa Moore.
She's the model and author that recently had that whole thing with her ex-boyfriend fucking her sister at the RWAA convention.
It looks like she's moved on.
I guess she's come to Bad Boy Publishing instead of whatever publishing house she was at.
"Your cock is so big," she moans.
So they don't see me yet. Which is fine.
I clear my throat. Nothing.
"Grady," I say, knocking on the open door.
That's when he turns his head around.
Seriously, it's hilarious because his eyes go wide and he pulls his tiny baby dick outside of Alyssa who whimpers at it leaving.
Seriously, I've heard of women playing it up and pretending that a guy's cock is really big to inflate his male ego, but she actually seems like she's missing his cock.
Could she think his cock is big?
I mean, she's anorexic skinny and come to think of it, that's the only kind of woman Grady could probably satisfy at this stage in his life.
Yeah, I think this relationship is pretty much over at this point. I mean, it was nice while it lasted, I guess.
But I never expected that I was going to spend forever with him. God knows I didn't love him.
So, whatever, you know?
But Grady doesn't know that. I mean, he could be a little bit more dignified about it. Because all he's doing now is hopping from one foot to the next.
I look at him with curiosity.
"Abby!" he yells, and I see Alyssa turn around, her mouth turned into a perfect O.
Yes, I'm still a big name author in the publishing world. I may not have had many successes lately, but people still know who I am.
"So this is why you're not answering your phone, Grady?" I ask, putting one hand to my hip. "Because you're too busy with a new client?"
"It's not like that, babe," Grady tells me, running over to me.
I back off slightly. His cock is swinging. But it's not even like a big swinging dick. It's a little tiny sausage link that's waving its tail like a little Dachshund.
I make a face and Grady steps back.
"I thought you were writing, too!" he yells at me. "What're you doing here?"
I look at him with a mix of confusion and absolutely fucking puzzlement.
"So because you thought I was off writing, you thought it's okay to fuck another author?" I ask him, my voice rising. "And her?"
I'm pointing at Alyssa. Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against models and authors. But seriously, Alyssa Moore?
