Untrustworthy, manipulative, repugnant piece of s**t that he was.
After the hundredth mumbled apology he’d slapped the chain back round her ankle with a long-suffering sigh and gone off to wash up.
Poor him, so f*****g maligned.
Kissing her had crossed a line. The reminiscence of his breath on her face and his mouth towards hers stored twirling about interior her skull. She hated him. She did. Loathed his association lips and reviled his consistent hands. Abhorred the sound of his voice and detested the scent of him. Every piece of him repulsed her.
Despicable f*****g man. The rant went on and on inside her head. She’d force herself insane at this rate. When it came time for bed she lay down and hid her head below a pillow. Her very own cone of silence. In a pretty smart move, Nick sle
