Glaring at my phone. “He what?” “He jerked away after touching the hair on her leg.” I hold the phone to my mouth. “Fuuuuck this knuckle-fuckbag.” My blood is boiling. Akara laughs. “Shit. I needed that.” He means the laugh. “What’s he looking for, a two-holed plastic doll?” I shake my head. “He made her feel like shit, didn’t he?” I take a harsher swig of beer. I can’t stand men like that.
this is the start of somethin 😏
