TWENTY NINE

It always starts with a rocky question that leads to a disastrous argument. "None of your business." I snapped. "And why do you care if I slept over at a guy's house? You don't own me."

"I cared because what if he's another dickface who is just being nice to get in your pants, " he argued, and his eyes went dark. "Who is going to save you from another asshole? Not me."

This guy is raising my blood pressure, and I want to hit him badly. But there is a 99% chance it won't hurt him, and the 1% feel a pinch. "I could take care of myself. I don't need you to save my ass. I didn't ask you the first time." That I lied, I did pray for help but didn't expect him to come to my rescue.

"Don't expect me when he pins you down and fucks you from behind."

I gasped. "You know what? I'd rather have another guy inside me because clearly, your fingers didn't affect me at all."

"Liar," he snarled as he stepped towards me like the animal his last name means. A wolf stalks his prey. "You were enjoying my f