HIS UNWORTHY MATE
I screamed at him,
“What the hell are you talking about? Are you fucking playing with me? I enjoyed what! Even if you’re the last person on earth, I’d rather end my life than let you touch me. What the fuck is wrong with you, creeping into the same bed your girlfriend’s sister slept on.”
I was losing my calm with every passing second and the sound of the annoying laughter that spluttered out of him didn’t help my anger.
“You really don’t remember what happened? I brought your drunk ass into this room so you could sleep, because Arya begged me to, but you were all over me, wouldn’t let me leave. You literally begged me to touch you.” Darren remarked mockingly.
“I….” No, there is no way in hell I would do that.
“I don’t drink, everyone knows I don’t drink alcohol.” My senses were screaming at me, but I ignored it, shaking my head at the mere possibility of the nonsense Darren just sprouted.