I stormed in the direction of the cage, my every move echoing with rage and insults. I can’t believe I am being made to do this. To carry myself to go beg a b***h who is worth nothing. This is so f*****g not Adam Stone for anyone. Bitches come crawling to me without much effort. All it takes is for them to hear the name Adam Stone, or simply sniff my scent, or just catch a glimpse of my irresistible self. Hot babes with class. Refined babes.
And today, this one that has absolutely nothing, this empty shandow, happens to be the one to make me do this? This is so disgusting. It is an unforgivable insult!
As I get to the door of this stinking cage, I can't help but feel a riling stir of conflicting emotions—mostly, hate. I already hate this woman. Who does she think she is to reduce me to t
