Shut up, brain.
I just needed to get to the door without dripping another fat glob of his c*m on the floor like some untrained b***h in heat.
Because that’s what I felt like.
A dripping, ruined, slutty little..
“b***h, where the f**k were you?”
I froze.
Literally.
Stopped breathing.
My heart punched straight through my chest and faceplanted on the floor.
No.
No no no.
That didn’t just happen.
Tell me that didn’t just..
I turned my head.
Slow.
Trembling.
And there she was.
Tasha.
Standing at the end of the hall, hair in a messy ponytail, holding a cup of cereal in one hand and glaring at me like I’d just returned from robbing a bank.
“Hello?” she waved the cereal spoon. “I’ve been calling you. Where the f**k did you disappear to?”
My mouth opened.
Nothing came out.
My
