through his hair, and fucking hell, me and my vagina might need to have a quick pep talk. You gotta hold this shit together girl, you can make it.
This is going to be a long day.
“This place is a shit hole.”
The estate agent looks embarrassed, but it’s okay because it matches her scarlet red cheeks which she’s had ever since Rhett shook her hand. Poor woman.
Rhett stands in front of the window, his back to me as he admires the view of the council estate. I step up next to him. “Oh look, there’s your car…on fire.”
I turn and lean my back against the glass, and he smirks, slowly shifting his gaze to me. “I buy property that will make me money, not property I want to live in.”
“Oh good, because I think I caught hepatitis when I walked in.” There are actually needles outside this place. Jesus, there was me picturing Rhett buying fancy hotels. Still, if it makes money…
His lips twitch and he shakes his head as he walks away. He follows the estate agent to the kitchen in the corner of the room. She lays some papers on the work top and he braces his elbows on the side, studying them.
I get bored after about thirty seconds, so I call Felix. I haven’t spoken to him in what feels like forever. He’s all grown up with his club…and strippers…and drugs. Okay, so he’s allowed to call it grown up because technically it’s a business. I need one of those ‘businesses’.
“Hey, B.”
“Hey. How are you? Please tell me your getting a lap dance off a hooker and snorting a line off her tits? I need some excitement.” The estate agent makes a small choking sound, before clearing her throat a couple of times. The poor woman doesn’t know where to look. Actually, that’s a lie, and I laugh when I catch her staring at Rhett’s arse.
“No.” Felix says. “I’m doing paperwork sadly.”
“You’re ruining my fantasy.”
“Sorry. You’re welcome to partake in my stead.” He offers.
“Ugh! I can’t, I’m…actually, I don’t even know where I am. Tooting, I think.”
“Tooting?” He spits the word like it’s offensive.
“Believe me, I know. I’m with Rhett. Apparently his interests now include purchasing crack dens and HIV risks.”
“Who knew? I take it that means you got home okay?”
“Yeah, he did the white knight thing.” I hear a voice in the background.
“Shit. Babe, I have to go, but I’ll see you on Friday?”
“Yeah, yeah. Bye.” I shove my phone back in my bra.
“You ready to go?” I look up and Rhett is standing in front of me with some papers in his hand. Well, that was quicker than I thought it would be.
“Yep.”
I promised Felix and Milly a night out because I’ve been keeping a low profile. Okay, that’s a fucking lie, I’ve been with Rhett, trying to fuck him out of my system. I think it’s made it worse. The more I fuck him, the more I want to fuck him. A drug, he’s like a fucking drug, and I’m a hopeless addict.
I could pretend that it’s still just to piss my father off, but honestly, we’ve done all we can on that front. Every time we go anywhere together, members of the press are there. The gossip columns have been at it all week. As far as the outside world is concerned, there is no way I’m not dating Rhett Torres.
He’s been at my place for the last two nights, and honestly, my vagina needs a fucking rest. That man is ruining me. So, I’ve traded up for Felix and a different kind of good time.
I hold onto Felix’s arm as we walk into Sparkle. Shit name. Good club. It has these big pillars filled with glittery water and multi-coloured lights. Trust me, a few pills and it’s the absolute shit. I love this place. It’s like a unicorn walked into a rave and threw up.
Felix waves at someone as soon as we walk in, so I go to the bar and leave him to his socializing. I can’t take him anywhere because he knows fucking everyone.
I lean on the end of the bar, waiting for Todd, one of the barmen. He spots
This is going to be a long day.
“This place is a shit hole.”
The estate agent looks embarrassed, but it’s okay because it matches her scarlet red cheeks which she’s had ever since Rhett shook her hand. Poor woman.
Rhett stands in front of the window, his back to me as he admires the view of the council estate. I step up next to him. “Oh look, there’s your car…on fire.”
I turn and lean my back against the glass, and he smirks, slowly shifting his gaze to me. “I buy property that will make me money, not property I want to live in.”
“Oh good, because I think I caught hepatitis when I walked in.” There are actually needles outside this place. Jesus, there was me picturing Rhett buying fancy hotels. Still, if it makes money…
His lips twitch and he shakes his head as he walks away. He follows the estate agent to the kitchen in the corner of the room. She lays some papers on the work top and he braces his elbows on the side, studying them.
I get bored after about thirty seconds, so I call Felix. I haven’t spoken to him in what feels like forever. He’s all grown up with his club…and strippers…and drugs. Okay, so he’s allowed to call it grown up because technically it’s a business. I need one of those ‘businesses’.
“Hey, B.”
“Hey. How are you? Please tell me your getting a lap dance off a hooker and snorting a line off her tits? I need some excitement.” The estate agent makes a small choking sound, before clearing her throat a couple of times. The poor woman doesn’t know where to look. Actually, that’s a lie, and I laugh when I catch her staring at Rhett’s arse.
“No.” Felix says. “I’m doing paperwork sadly.”
“You’re ruining my fantasy.”
“Sorry. You’re welcome to partake in my stead.” He offers.
“Ugh! I can’t, I’m…actually, I don’t even know where I am. Tooting, I think.”
“Tooting?” He spits the word like it’s offensive.
“Believe me, I know. I’m with Rhett. Apparently his interests now include purchasing crack dens and HIV risks.”
“Who knew? I take it that means you got home okay?”
“Yeah, he did the white knight thing.” I hear a voice in the background.
“Shit. Babe, I have to go, but I’ll see you on Friday?”
“Yeah, yeah. Bye.” I shove my phone back in my bra.
“You ready to go?” I look up and Rhett is standing in front of me with some papers in his hand. Well, that was quicker than I thought it would be.
“Yep.”
I promised Felix and Milly a night out because I’ve been keeping a low profile. Okay, that’s a fucking lie, I’ve been with Rhett, trying to fuck him out of my system. I think it’s made it worse. The more I fuck him, the more I want to fuck him. A drug, he’s like a fucking drug, and I’m a hopeless addict.
I could pretend that it’s still just to piss my father off, but honestly, we’ve done all we can on that front. Every time we go anywhere together, members of the press are there. The gossip columns have been at it all week. As far as the outside world is concerned, there is no way I’m not dating Rhett Torres.
He’s been at my place for the last two nights, and honestly, my vagina needs a fucking rest. That man is ruining me. So, I’ve traded up for Felix and a different kind of good time.
I hold onto Felix’s arm as we walk into Sparkle. Shit name. Good club. It has these big pillars filled with glittery water and multi-coloured lights. Trust me, a few pills and it’s the absolute shit. I love this place. It’s like a unicorn walked into a rave and threw up.
Felix waves at someone as soon as we walk in, so I go to the bar and leave him to his socializing. I can’t take him anywhere because he knows fucking everyone.
I lean on the end of the bar, waiting for Todd, one of the barmen. He spots
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