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𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭-𝐝𝐚𝐲
COMING DOWN FROM LSD WAS NO joke, it took her two steamy hot showers to feel like she was on planet earth again, once her high was almost wore off she checked her phone.
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Her heart started pounding in her chest as she pressed on the message, not knowing what to expect but it definitely wasn't that.
She couldn't be mad— she shouldn't be mad he wasn't her fucking boyfriend... but wow... she didn't know why she expected him to be any different from in EHA.
The entire time she was giving him access to her body he was fucking another girl.
And of course she was fucking bleach blonde.
She snapped her head to his room door that opened, he walked in the room with a towel wrapped around his waist, water from his hair dripping down his stupid face.
She bit her tongue really hard and tried not to say something but unfortunately she had no filter and wasn't gonna try to pretend like she did.
"Does being a man whore make you feel better about yourself?" Desiree sat up from the edge of the bed, anger beaming from her body.
"Kinda." He spoke sarcastically, not knowing she was being serious until she started to walk towards the door.
Elliot hurriedly put his boxers on and grabbed her wrist, furrowing his eyebrows as he read her expression.
"I'm just fucking around."
"Yeah, you're always just fucking around Elliot, that's all you ever do. I'm done with your whore ass." She broke out his hold.
