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October 13 - October 19, 2023
No more men, no more men, no more men.
My body is pumping oestrogen like it’s my fucking vocation.
I’m replaceable. And it’s not just the guys, my brain reminds me. As if I’d forgotten. My own flesh and blood couldn’t even find it in their hearts to respect me.
funnily enough, being treated like shit really does dose you up on so-be-it resignation crossed with fuck-you insanity.
“Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do. I’m gonna talk to that piece over there and tell him to stay the hell away. But if for some reason he’s hankering for a bust-up and shows his damned face here again, I’m gonna give you my number and you’re gonna dial me straight away. Then I’ll sort him out, pronto.”
“Let me put this into words that you’ll understand. You set foot on my site again you’ll be leaving with a souvenir. You put your hands on the woman on my site again you won’t be leaving, period.”
He’s pampering me and I don’t know how to handle it.
“Only if you had a kid at, like, eighteen,” he says consolingly. I give him a long pause to think about what he just said. Then I grit out through my teeth, “Which I did.”
“Just show me where you keep the shovels and I’ll let the earth reclaim my body.”
Not yet, baby. Let me wine and dine you first.
“Sorry,” he murmurs, shaking his head. “Got distracted.”
I can’t help it. My eyes drop straight to her ass.
“I bet you could hit my spot all night long.” “Harper,” he says warningly,
When they begin to trail over the curves of my body I realise what he’s thinking. I’m dessert.
“You’re staying at mine, all week and all weekend. We’re gonna move your stuff into my room, and I’m gonna have you in my bed. You can do your writing remote, right?”
I can only imagine what his accountant is going to think when they take a look at his upcoming bank statement.
“I’m the nobody who made you a somebody.”
I decide not to tell them that I’m actually six-four.
