Possession Of Mine

{ Angelique }

I'm so pleased about last night that, even though I feel like I'm dying slowly and torturously and my lungs are on fire, I keep on running. I’m in a good mood. Three orgasms and sleeping in a decent bed next to Elliot do that, even though we slept for only like three hours, I don't even care.

I'm not even suffering about my imperfections anymore because one little flaw doesn't mean I stop being gorgeous.

"Really?" I ask, slowing down slightly because Luc doesn't yell at me like Elliot does. He just slows down along with me and nods, still smiling, "She's a backstabbing bitch. I can't believe you were with her. Her best friend, Beatrice, is so much hotter."

"I had two hours to find someone or I'd be back here just as horny as when I left," Luc replies, laughing, "Cinthia was the best I got. And she told me her whole life in fifteen minutes, I can't believe it was you who kidnapped her dog."

"She started spreading truths about me that I didn't want people to know," I say