A mess I wouldn’t be cleaning. Enough of this.
I needed to retreat back downstairs, away from this b***h and Boris , the world’s biggest *. He ranked up there with the biggest pigs, too, based on what he’d accomplished in one night with his friends. I turned to the stairs but his hand caught my arm, tight and unyielding as a handcuff. He tugged me through the kitchen to the bar, pushing me into a seat.
“Stay,” he ordered me, his eyes hard. Then he looked over at Blondie. “Go.”
His tone didn’t leave room for discussion, and she jumped up, scowling. Boris strode quickly across the living room and up the stairs. Blondie followed him, then ran back down fast, her clothes flying over the balcony from the loft.
Five minutes later she was gone with a massive slam of the front door and Boris
