Ten

“Okay, so I’m free to say Dominique Gray truly wants to fuck you?” Monique says on our way home that night.

She’s behind the wheel because I’m too frustrated to drive. I’ve been cursing, hissing, groaning ever since Monique started driving us back home. He’s succeeded. He’s succeeded in planting himself and his arrogance in my head and I just want to get him out.

“Please don’t say the F-word, it’s disgusting.” I groan, turning so that I’m leaning my back against the car window.

“Yeah? You say the F-word all the time, Madam Mary.”

I roll my eyes but smile.

“He’s fucking disgusting,” I mutter under my breath, staring out the window at the nightlife.

“How so?”

“How could he want sex from me in exchange for his car that I smashed?” That must sound fucked up.

“So you’ve finally confessed you smashed his car?” Monique grins as she asks.

I shake my head, smiling. “You’re annoying.”

“So what makes you think he wants sex in exchange for his car? He’s not that loose. He’s a man with principles.