IOU

by Kristy Marie

And I hate the girl standing next to him. Taylor. My roommate and, currently, my boyfriend’s side piece. But that’s not even the fucked-up part. The real fucked-up part is the fact they decided to use my candles to create this ambiance of adultery.

With friends like these, who needs enemies

Not that I look for guys to fight, but you have to admit it’s super sexy when they unleash the beast with all that grunting and sweating.

My lips purse. “It’s called brainstorming.” “It’s called schizophrenia. We’ve asked you to stop talking to the voices, Mav. It’s weirding us out.” He’s fucking lying, and his deep baritone laugh confirms it.

LOL