SIMON
“What the f**k is wrong with you, Paula?” He asked, pushing her off him, immediately before quickly tucking his semi-hard p***s into his shorts.
“I want you, Si.” She said, shrugging casually while still on her knees.
As though sitting on the revolving chair was holding him back, he got up to his full height so that he could react properly.
“You should be ashamed of yourself!” He spat. Instead of her being apologetic about it and walking away, Paula laughed so loudly that it sent chills down Simon’s spine.
“What is wrong with you?” He asked her again. This time around, he was genuinely concerned for her.
“You!”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you think I have forgiven myself for hurting you? I know all the things I did were very bad, but can you please forgive me and give me a chance
