“I wouldn’t call it fun, you fucking asshole.” I pressed my palms against the table, trying to stave off the woozy feeling in my head from two quick shots of whiskey. “Oh, right, you’re a feminist. I forgot.” He chuckled and poured himself another drink. “What was all that lovemaking we did?” I asked, unable to stop myself. I couldn’t reconcile the man I’d been involved with and the man before me now. “Why did you tell me how special I was to you?” “You were special at one point, but duty comes first. I had a job
wow he got her ass 😎
