He thought he got that nickname from not giving two f***s about people at work. The truth was, everyone knew. A f**k was just a f**k to Harmon. How many women had gotten an inconsequential after a night with him? I was one of them. Inconsequential.
"Let's bounce," I said, tightening my hold on JR's waist.
Fuck not being able to perform. I was Olivia Hunter. A born harlot. Tonight it was finally going to come in handy. f**k Harmon and Billy's secret chats. I deserved to know who the f**k I let into my p***y two nights ago.
So not about Billy then. All about Harmon after all. Well f**k it. A roll in the hay with someone else sounded about right to me. The only way to get over it was to get under (and on top of) JR. How pissed would me doing her make him?
Fuck him for not wanting me.
