Chapter 11

After all the rough sex, Griffin yanked Scarlett off his lap. He was a bit rough, and she felt like a used band-aid. Forgotten and discarded until her pussy would be needed again.

That thought made Scarlett's stomach churn with unease, but she reminded herself this was normal. She wasn't in a relationship with Griffin and shouldn't expect hugs and kisses after fucking him.

He didn't like her romantically.

And he would probably never do that.

Scarlett's mood darkened, and she wrapped her blanket over herself and relaxed her head against her pillow. She wasn't tired, but she needed alone time to lick her wounds.

If Griffin didn't want her, she shouldn't spend more time than necessary around him.

"Thank you for the sex," Scarlett mumbled. "It was great."

"Thank you?" Griffin blinked in bewilderment. Scarlett's sudden mood swing confused him. "Great?"

"Yeah, can't I thank you for the amazing sex we just had?"

"You can, but..." Griffin turned around to eye her. He sat on the edge