"Think you can take me?" I arched an eyebrow.
"Are you doubting me?" She answered.
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Natalie Perkins, born in London. The FBI is after her for the assassination of fourteen men. All of them brutally murdered one day of the week, all of them left wi...
I try to wait for the storm to calm down But that's stubborn, baby, leadin' to war We droned down on each other Tryin' to even the score
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Things had gone to shit.
I often had to remind myself we weren't alone in the house anymore, and not only because of the sex. Things with Harry were just fine, we even showered together and I watched him get himself off a couple times, which was an improvement since we hadn't actually fucked yet.
But I tended to forget who was staying in the house with us. It was my fault, that I knew. But my stubborn and traumatized self decided to go with the flow, thinking it was a good idea to let Alex and Alissa into my house.
Speaking of which... I think Alex and Alissa were fucking.
It was expected, of course. I couldn't tell if it was their first time or not but they sure did make some noise last night, it sounded like the fucking Exorcist was in there.
Honestly, it didn't really matter to me if they fucked or not, especially since Harry promised we'd be twice as loud the moment his dick was inside me. His exact words were 'I'll have you screaming my name as I come all over your body'.
I was much more confident with him now and he was with me, especially since he found out about my little problem. It had been four days. I was sure I wasn't anorexic, because I used to think I was too fat till I stopped giving a shit, but I knew I had a real issue.
Maybe I had an intake restriction disorder. Food grossed me out, eating sounded like a mandatory task to me which was why I avoided it... or used to avoid it.
Harry had been making sure I ate at least one proper meal each day. Of course I threw up sometimes and he knew that, it wasn't any secret. The good thing was that he wasn't pushing me to eat, he was letting me pick the pace and that was beyond appreciated.
Everything had been so overwhelming lately, personally speaking, and I was starting to get more and more concerned about the fact we still hadn't gotten the information about the next trade. Fuck, what if something else was happening and we had no idea about it?
My stress was probably the reason why I ended up lighting my second joint. I was sitting on the couch and it was around three or four a.m.... and Alex was smoking with me.
I don't know how it happened, but here we were. We didn't speak much, we were each too busy in the momentary relief to worry about anything else. But I was dying of curiosity to find out more about him.
Alex had been a very weird puzzle ever since he stepped into the house. He was confusing, but I somehow managed to understand him either way. I knew there was something that was messing with him, I just knew.
