Chapter 6

 

Fucking, fuck, fuck, fucking fuck.

I clicked the pen in my hand in time with the fucks I was spouting in my head. All attempts to ignore her and turn her against me were failing, thanks to the beast.

Fucking drooling, pent-up hunger mixed with rage. That part of me wanted to fucking find out where she lived and decimate her body, just to get it over with.

Yeeessssssss.

“Do you have to do that?” Delilah asked from beside me. The vein on her forehead was almost twitching, and it was the anger and hatred I needed from her, so I continued on.

“It’s my thinking tool.”

She glared at me. “Well, your thinking tool has me thinking about all the ways I could harm you with it.”

I turned toward her and clicked it again, right in her face. “That time of the month, Palmer?”

“You’re an asshole. Get back to work.” She huffed and looked back down at the stack in front of her.

Asshole. I was on the right track, now to continue to push the issue. “Which leads me to the question: what hav