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Chapter Thirty-three
Justine
Iwake up and stretchout my sore muscles, noticing Carson isn’t in bed with me. His side is still warm, so he must have just left.
I get up, locating my clothes that he practically ripped off me last night and get dressed. I should be getting home anyway because I’m so behind on my deadline it isn’t funny. You’d think I’d have all the time in the world to write, but when the characters don’t speak to you, it’s hard.
I sit down and realize how sore I actually am. Last night was amazing, we did things in bed I never thought I’d experience. He almost blew his load within seconds of placing the head of his cock in my ass. Not my fault my asshole isn’t stretchy enough for his giant cock.
Someone knocks on the door, and I tell them to just come in, not like I’m indecent right now. Plus, even if I was, they’ve all already seen me naked before.
“Hey,” a woman says, walking into the room with just underwear on.
“Um, yeah, hey,” I say back a little awkwardly.
“I just thought I should introduce myself. I’m Shannan.”
I shake her hand and give her my name.
“You should probably get out of here soon; Hangman hates it when we linger too long in his space.”
“Kinda hard to not linger when he left me in here, and he’s my way home.”
“That’s okay, I can call an Uber for you.” I suddenly recognize this girl; she was the one glaring daggers at me the night Carson claimed me on the table in front of the club. She’s trying to play a dirty game. You’d think Carson would have his bitches better trained.
“Look, I don’t need you to do shit for me. I will find Hangman and go home when he tells me to. Until then, you should probably get back to work.”
I try to shut the door, but she pushes it back.
“He’s mine. You might think he’s yours, and he may say all the right things to you, but remember this; while you’re home alone, he’s here, fucking me.”
And this is why I don’t want exclusive with Hangman. I knew shit like this would pop up and I don’t want to deal with it.
“You’re not very bright, are you? You think bragging about fucking a taken man makes you look good? It doesn’t; it means you’re trash. Now bye, bitch, I have shit to do.” I shove her back and slam the door shut.
Fear grips me as I sit back on the bed. What if she’s right? What if when I’m at home he’s cheating, especially with that bitch? God, I didn’t want to get wrapped up in these feelings, and yet, here I am. I feel trapped, Carson says I’m his, and that’s that, but what if that just doesn’t work for me?
I don’t know how long I sit here contemplating everything when the door opens again. I swear if that bitch is back, Carson is gonna need a bleach cleaning job.
