"TELL ME EVERYTHING you little s**t," Richard joked, yet still had a hint of seriousness as he actually desired to know what happened.
An annoyed sigh escaped my lips, as I thought of all the reasons as to why I shouldn't tell Richard everything, and one of
the reasons wasn't because Richard called me a s**t. I knew he was joking because I wasn't a s**t. We both knew that.
"Nothing."
A confused look was painted on Richard's face. "What the f**k do you mean, nothing?" He spoke, clearly surprised that I wasn't telling him what happened.
"I didn't go, Richard," I lied simply, not wanting to talk about it and I wasn't sure as to why. Of course I trusted him, I trusted him with the whole of my heart, and even more perhaps, but I just didn't want to talk about it.
Richard's eyebrows aris
