I hated my ex!! I hated him. I fucking hated him and yet he had decided to spend the night at my own house after I had been robbed and had no one else to call...Have you ever had to be grateful to someone who you hated but still wanted to fuck? It's torture!! Yes, he saved me, came just in time to protect me from the robbers, risked his life even though he hurt me and broke my heart six months ago, but still, it hurt to be grateful to him. And yet, I still said it though. “Thank you. Not just for that. For everything tonight.” He ignores me, popping out the chamber from the vacuum and walking past me with it into the kitchen. He holds it above the trashcan and empties the contents, grabbing the bag and tying it off before walking toward the door. I block him, putting my body between him and his exit. “Did you hear what I said?” He looks down at me, and his jaw twitches in the corner just below his ear before he speaks. “Yeah, I heard you.” “Well, aren’t you going t
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