Amanda
After last night, I really needed a drink. Hell, I needed ten. This s**t is so f****d up. And though I know I’m not some innocent woman who has never kissed a man, riding a dildo while four pairs of eyes watch me is just so sick. Very sick. But I can’t do anything about it.I can still feel Colt’s lips on me. It was very different from others, maybe because it was intense and full of hatred.
He said he didn’t like me but those kisses… Okay, I needed to stop.
“ Give me a hard drink,” I said to the bartender as soon as I sat on the empty stool. It’s still early in the evening and I think this bar just opened like thirty minutes ago. “ Actually, no. Give me the whole bottle.”
The bartender chuckled.” Are you sure? You look like you’re alone, miss.”
“ And so?” I asked and surve
