"The f**k? Who are you?” she roared and threw a black pillow at me. “What the hell did you just do?!”
I reached out to catch the pillow and involuntarily smelled it. It still had the unique smell of our f*****g.
She kept throwing stuff at me while I swerved or caught them. Pillow, another pillow, then… underwear. Wait, what? Isn’t this her panties?
Although I was a bit shocked, I still quickly avoided it.
This woman should be Erin's friend because otherwise, she would not be here drunk and naked on the sofa.
Thinking of possible scenarios, I concluded that running away like this would not be good for me. This woman could call the cops on me or possibly tell Erin. Either way would be a risky situation for me.
“Hey, wait, don’t make trouble, okay?” I said, trying to calm her down. “I
