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I already knew the answer to that, along with several other facts like her address, where she’d gone to nursing school, what kind of grades she got, and what her current work schedule was. You know, normal things people knew about their roommate’s ex-hookups.
yikes
What was the harm in a little light online stalking? She’d done the same to me.
“This man is always coming onto my FYP and never on me, and that is a tragedy,”
Maybe it was time to accept the fact that I wasn’t normal, and I never would be. I wanted things most people didn’t, craved darkness and depravity instead of light and love. I’d been fighting my nature for as long as I could remember, and I was tired of it.
Why me? And why now? And why was I so fucking turned on by it when I knew I should run screaming from my house instead?
This wasn’t good. A man had broken into my house, and instead of calling the cops, I’d masturbated on top of whatever evidence might remain.
“And why didn’t you call us immediately?” they would ask. “Sorry, officer. I was too busy diddling myself instead.”
On the one hand, this was the hottest thing that had ever happened to me. On the other, it was also the most fucked up. This truly was the horror movie I would die in, wasn’t it?
She was more annoyed by flowers than a home invasion? Yup, Aly was fucked up, and she probably didn’t even realize how much her comments revealed because she was still trying to convince herself she didn’t want this.
Pretty privilege was real because looking at him made me want to forgive him for all manner of sins.
I have no regrets about publicly claiming you. Claiming me? Oh, god. No, vagina, do not quiver at that. Damn it. Not you, too, ovaries.
I was a sex-craved, sleep-deprived woman more interested in a kinky fuck than safety and comfort. It was oddly freeing to admit that.
I didn’t want him morally grey. I wanted someone with a soul as black as night. Someone who would burn the world down for me and not lose a single minute of sleep over it.
“I won’t do it if you don’t promise to be a good boy,” she crooned. Praise kink: unlocked.
“This is something I’ve dreamed about for months, and I’m not going to deny myself a chance to touch you just because we’re in a fight.” Awww. Our first official fight.
Please, God. Don’t let her have a fisting kink, I thought. Being used like a puppet was not something I wanted to experience.
If Josh were the Faceless Man, that meant I might get kinky sex, witty banter, easy conversation, and even a new gym buddy all in one. Uh, yes, please?
On a scale of 1-10, how mad are you about the tracker? he asked. One being you need a day or two to cool off, and ten being we need to start drafting a joint custody agreement for Fred.
Josh turned toward it and yelled, batman-style. “Have you no respect for our alone time?”
jfc
“Fuck me,” I muttered. “Kind of a weird time to offer,” Aly said without missing a beat. “Can I take a raincheck until after we’ve disposed of the body and you get a chance to brush your teeth?”
“Yeah. I mean, a piece of shit like him? His demise should have been more violent and, ideally, included getting lit on fire at the end.” That surprised a snort out of him. “Bonfire o’ Brad.” “Barbecue o’ Bluhm,” I said, grinning.
He was like a soft dom – sweet in the streets and mean in the sheets.
I feel like disposing of a body is a boyfriend-girlfriend activity and not something you do with a casual hookup.”
“Are you saying that the couple who commits homicide together, stays together?” He snorted. “Too wordy. I prefer the couple who slays together, stays together.”
“Quit stalling and give me a name.” “Nope,” he said. “Not until Scary Aly gives me my girlfriend back.
“I’m pretty sure it’s our responsibility as parents to scar our children. Builds character.”
“You owe him a favor, remember? His payment for all this is dinner once a month with the family.” I turned to Josh, wide-eyed. “Am I being Gilmored right now?” He nodded. “Yup. He’s going full Emily on you.”
I had a feeling that anything he doled out would be as pleasurable as it was torturous.
“I’d rather have you care too much than too little.”
“I think we’ve officially scarred our son.” I lifted a hand for a high-five. “Parental achievement unlocked.”
“Seven,” Josh said. “This isn’t a negotiation.” He dropped his arm from my shoulders and turned to face me. “Okay, six. But that’s as low as I’m willing to go.” “Two,” I said, fighting back a grin. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Five. That’s my final offer.” “Keep it up, and it’ll be zero.”
