11
Grant
It was official. Aribel f****d me up. The asshole at the record label be damned, Ari was the one driving me mad. I’d kissed a lot of girls, and not a single one of them had I thought about longer than a fleeting moment. I’d say I didn’t f**k girls twice, but I couldn’t remember them long enough to know if that were true.
So, why had I driven all the way from the city to see Aribel without the promise of some ass? In fact, I’d been certain she would turn me down. But something about her had made me want to try for it anyway. Maybe it had been the way she put up a fight, her reactions to me kissing and touching her, or her f*****g bullshit banter.
And who was the p***y that had taken over my body when I opened up and told her about the band? Any other girl, I would have just f**
