Pain in the ass of a woman.
Something was wrong with her. She bolted right out of my arms first thing in the morning after I spent the night with her, fully clothed mind you. A lot of bullshit about getting to the shoot on time. Then she spent all day avoiding eye contact with me. Her agent Mlacy cut me off with an emergency (chick code for f**k off) literally every time l tried to approach her.
If l didn't have the ego and confidence of a king, l'd swear Britney was avoiding me. in all the time l'd known her, she'd never looked so uncertain of anything as she did when she looked at me this morning.
"Olive, what are these?" l asked, pointing to a set of photos of Britney in a two pieces silver bikini.Something to take to bed tonight. From the looks of it, you've pissed off the real thi
