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THIRTEEN: I Won't Be Easy On You Tonight

作者: Aria Steele
last update 公開日: 2025-11-14 05:00:19

The office day is stilted, to say the least.

David doesn’t speak to me again, and I don’t speak to him again. I just do my work, clock off at 5.30pm, and march out of the building.

I speak to Marcus on the way home about spending the night at my ‘friend’s house’, i.e. my night job. Sel is going to come over, pick me up from my apartment, and then Marcus will walk us both downstairs.

It takes the whole walk back to convince him to let me go. Once Sel turns up at mine, he suddenly r
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