Orion
Denver had been a total waste of my f*****g time. Mostly because the shops ran like a well-oiled machine and my presence was redundant. But Dad was a control-freak, so I’d done my due diligence for show, and missed out on a whole day buried in Raquel’s tight warm cunt.
Fuck me, I was tired. And pissed. And fuckin’ f****d.
I backed my bike into a parking space outside of Raquel’s townhouse and walked to her door. I rang the bell, then popped a piece of gum in my mouth to cover up the coffee I’d downed to stay awake.
Sierra opened the door and c****d her head. “Raquel’s not here.”
“Ah, okay. Do you know when she’ll be back?”
“She’s studying, so no.”
I frowned. “She can’t study here?”
“Well, since Trent’s not here, um no,” she said, her tone one of ‘duh.’
Who the f**k is Tren
