Messing With My Head

You can call them your boyfriend or bodyguards, Meera, but I don’t give a fuck about them. As long as you respect my laws and obey my commands, we will be fine.” I told her sternly. I refuse to believe that this spoiled brat is a virgin. With the way she’s twerking on the dancefloor every fucking night, rolling her hips and getting all wasted. Those guys flirted with her, I saw them making out on the dance floor more than once. Yet, she claims that she is still pure, and she calls them her bodyguards.

Oh please…

“Say something else, and maybe I’ll believe you. But don’t ever tell me that you are a virgin, and don’t insult my intelligence by telling me that those guys are nothing but bodyguards to you. I may not have said anything that night, but trust me, you don’t want to say those lies to my face again, I could hire you real bad.” I warned her fiercely. I could feel myself getting pissed, I felt Leopold peeking through my eyes, and I know without being told that my eyes have gone da