“I thought you’d be here,” he spits. “What is it about him, huh? What is it that won’t let you quit? Must be a really good piece of ass.” Gaining momentum, I plant my feet to the floor and buck my hips as hard as I can, throwing him off. Then, I flip our positions so I’m the one on top of him, fist clenched and raised in the air. “He’s not just a piece of ass, you son of a bitch. He’s twice the man you’ll ever be.”
