Sin-hub
HAS HE REALLY BEEN SHITTY?
I eventually get down, clutch my purse to the edge of my insane slit, and walk behind the fandom, flashing fake smiles for camera and granting selfies when I wish to creep under the table and cry.
The match between his favorite club ends, and we’re now in the nearby hotel his PA booked last night. I walk out of the steamy bathroom, knotting the rope in front of my robe. Caleb is talking in the telecom.
“… Yeah. Mid-rare, juicy to my taste. Uh, you can add the coleslaw, and a bottle of red wine.”