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Whore?
The bitch has no concept of what a whore is.
If she did, she would know that would be her.
“Fucking leave,” Grayson growls at her. He’s still holding me as I clutch her hair. I tug on the strands one more time for good measure. “Let it go, Avani.
“Fuck you,” I reply, but I do as he says. Her hair falls from my grip, and she steps out the door. As she turns back, Grayson kicks the door shut in her face and drops me back to the floor.
“If I let you go, will you behave?”
“Let me go,” I order.
“Will you behave?” he asks again, this time with more force. I glare at him, then I lean in and bite his arm. He swears and drops his hold on my waist.
“Asshole,” I grumble, standing up straight. When I see his eyes move from his shoulder where I bit him to my body, I realize my towel has fallen to the floor. As his eyes rake over me, it’s obvious he’s getting hard behind his trousers.
Nope.
“Leave. And this time, don’t fuck my roommate on the way out,” I growl at him as I bend down and pick up the towel. “And stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” he asks, adjusting himself without a care in the world.
“Like you want to fuck me. That will never happen.”
“I’d rather shoot myself in the fucking head than let my cock be anywhere near you.”
I roll my eyes as he leaves, pushing the door shut behind him with more force than needed. But then I lean on it and listen in to Grayson talking to Destiny.
“Stay,” she coos.
“Fuck off.”
I giggle a little at his comeback.
“We were having such a good time.”
“You were a cunt to keep my cock warm, nothing more.” I hear the front door shut and Destiny cries as she goes to her room.
That’s what you get for fucking with crazy.
Destiny doesn’t come out when I leave, but I know she’s in there.
I tried to think of how I should handle this.
I decided my best option was to not go to work today, and told him I was sick.
I mean, it sounds like a plan to me.
Instead, I’ll take my pay, and go shopping.
I prefer to save my money, but I have been doing that for many years now and have a lot stashed away. So today, because I’m mad, I am going shopping.
With my new bag.
The agreement for the bag was that I wouldn’t be late, not that I couldn’t have sick days.
And today I am sick. Cough, cough.
