Meadow
Since I could remember, I always did my best thinking in the shower. The warm water always did the trick when I needed to calm down, think straight or in this case, devise a plan to destroy the man I hated the most.
Either way, today was no different. I came to a logical decision.
Psychological warfare.
I didn’t feel anything substantial for Jamey aside hatred and lust and judging by his demeanor yesterday, it was the same on his part.
It was simply a moment of weakness on both our parts. I did some research and found out that after an orgasm, it was hormones that made me feel that I needed to be held and cuddled.
It wasn’t me, it was hormones.
Getting out of the shower I stare at the outfit I had laid out. A sexy, short, black corporate gown with black heels to match.
My pl
