FIFTY SHADES OF FILTHY DESIRES
freshly fucked.
Another knock. “Asher, baby, you alive?”
I took a deep breath, walked to the door, and cracked it open just enough to block the view.
Three girls stood there all glossy hair, short skirts, and expectant smiles. The tallest one, blonde with too much eyeliner, tilted her head. “Who the hell are you?”
“Stacy,” I said, keeping my voice even, a little sarcastic edge creeping in. “His girlfriend.”
The word felt bold coming out of my mouth for the first time. The girls blinked. One laughed nervously. “Wait, since when? He was single last night.”
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