Chapter 98

Kira

He didn’t try to pick me up the next morning. Which was good, because I certainly wouldn’t have let him drive us to the meeting.

He could let little miss mystery tits straddle his hips and press her probably huge boobs against his chiseled, muscular back for all I care.

Fuck her. Fuck him.

Whatever.

But given that I had half expected him to show up trying to give me a ride when all I had planned to do was give him a piece of my mind and drive myself, staying behind meant that I was running late myself. So I took off, speeding like I normally did. I nearly anticipated his criticism of my erratic driving, having no doubt seen it as the asshole nearly always saw everything stupid I ever did.

But he wasn’t at the meeting. For the entire time I had known him, he had never missed a meeting. And here he was, the stupid hypocrite. Missing a meeting when he chided me even for being late.

And there he was, probably, still stuck in the archives tangled up with some hussy and shucking