Kassie
I thrashed against Micah, throwing my fists against him and biting off curse after curse and promises of violence as he stormed out of the bar. I may have thrown in a grope or two to his ass—what can I say, even angry I was still a horny b***h, and he had a fine man butt.
Upside down, my hair hanging wildly, I caught stares of both curiosity and skepticism in our direction. I growled at them.
“What the f***k are you looking at?” I hissed, snapping my teeth at the couple. Concerned, the bar’s patrons glanced away nervously, towards each other and slipped away into the front door of the bar to avoid our drama.
Away from the bar entrance, Micah set me down on my feet, jarringly rough, making my teeth clatter together.
Oh, yeah, he was pissed. But not nearly as pissed as I was.
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