“You’re such an asshole.” “Because I’m not interested in you?” I lean down with a dark glare. “News flash, honey. It’s my birthday. My house. My body. What I do on it, in it, and with it is my business. Leave me alone or get the fuck out.” It’s rude as fuck, but I’m past the point of caring. Without waiting for a reply, I stalk off in search of my prey.
