CHAPTER FIVE
In the outer office, Gloria tapped the ear plug under her long red hair in disbelief. The crazy bastard had r***d her in the ass! He'd actually r***d her in the ass! She wouldn't have carried on like that if he were in her cunt. She was certain of that. He's losing his f*****g marbles, she thought, staring at the unhappy clown print on the wall in amazement.
That broad was crazy enough as it was. He could have pushed her right over the edge. A cold shudder went through her at the thought of a hysterical Vivian Welles in his office. Jesus, she thought, her full lips curling with distaste. For once, her p***y was dry and cold. She looked down at the airline tickets sitting on her desk. He was a madman. How could she even think of going away with him?
It wasn't the ass f*****g
