I knew, always knew, that Axel was crazy, but I thought he had a bit of sense left in him. Now this? This was total madness. The kind of madness that gets you locked in a mental hospital.
“You've already shown me your seven-inch tool, no need to show me again.” I pulled myself together and shrugged it off. I walked over, sat on the couch, and pressed the keys on his computer even though the screen was locked.
“I'm not trying to show you my d**k, Mia. I want to show you a trick.”
“I'm not interested,” I said plainly.
“Are you sure?”
“Please cover yourself or I'll leave,” I threatened. “You're making me uncomfortable.”
“Is that so?” He was smirking when I looked at him, and all I wanted to do was slap the smirk off his face. But I couldn't, because he knew exactly what he was doing. He
