FREYA
I leaned back in pretense.
I wasn’t particularly shocked to see him react the way he just did, because I knew he would react just that way, but he wouldn’t be as bad and abusive as Jaxton whom I left his place.
He folded his arms, giving me a clear picture of what would be going on in his mind.
“You are supposed to be taking shower in the bath, or naked on my bed, awaiting the night’s justice.”
I hated the way he uttered those words, but I knew he was right. I was ferried to his place from the roadside, not to pick his clothes and mask my body with it, but to get banged by him.
That’s the way most men pass their nights after a stressful day, and he is just one of such men, but I had just got his night a bit messed.
I’m just another sort of a flop, but I had not done what I had
