Tristan Michelson
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“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” I said and got out of bed.
Nicole stood up as well, following me as I walked into the bathroom to dispose of the used condom. “What do you mean by that?”
“You heard me correctly, Nicole.”
“What?” She laughed humorlessly. “I’m supposed to keep sleeping with you for as long as you’d like? You don’t own me, Tristan. I’ll decide what the f**k I want to do with my body. I’m not going to risk everything just because of an easily replaceable dick.”
I turned around to face her. Her shirt still hung uselessly by her sides, but other than that, she was naked. Her hair was wild, her lips were swollen, her cheeks were flushed. It was way too obvious to anyone with correct eyesight that she had been properly f****d just a few minutes ago. W
