He glanced up at me briefly before returning his gaze to his phone to finish texting. “I’m dating your pussy, Atlas. I’m not dating you.” What the fuck does that mean? As calmly as I could, I asked him to explain. “It means once I get up in it, it’s mine,” he told me without shame or remorse. “You won’t be fucking anyone else.” “But you can fuck whoever you like?” “Exactly.” I let out a slightly hysterical laugh. “Well, I have a problem with that, which means my pussy has a problem with that.”
