In the upstairs hallway, after carrying out my business, Ben finds me and presses me against the plaster wall. He almost touches my lips with his lips, meets my eyes with his own, and mumbles, “I’m in love with you. Don’t forget that.”
I push him away, disgruntled about his likeness for both Zoe and me. “You love Zoe. I’m just a fix for your c**k when you need one.”
He grabs my sweater and balls it at the base of my throat. He looks at me with a stern glare. “I love you both.”
I don’t believe him. I won’t force myself to. I’m just a s*x toy for him. Someone to get him off. Someone who has a c**k that he can ride. Another asshole in the world that he can f**k with his d**k. Someone he can rub his skin against in the middle of the night when he’s horny. “We have to end this.”
“Never,” he
