The next morning was a nerve-wracking. My head was pounding so bad...it was like...as if I just came back from cloud 9. I lifted my head and noticed I sleeping next to a god. Oh, yeah, my mate...who raped me. I was tempted to tap him and wake him up but...I was so nervous he might hit me.....
Paul: (slowly shifts eyes) Ugh, what time is it?
Brooklyn: Um
Paul: (shifts eyes and sees you) Oh shit (rushes up and gets dress)
This wasn't suppose to happen
Brooklyn: Huh
Paul: Um, nothing. Just dont mention this to anyone.
Brooklyn: Can i tell them your my mate?
Paul: Right...about that...see...I don't like you. You're weak, ugly, and pretty a easy fuck. Besides I have a mate. She's probably gonna kill me now.
I, Paul Newman, reject Brooklyn Hunts,as my mate. And yes, fully as my mate. Good day
Brooklyn: Well then, fuck you too.
Grabbing my clothes I quickly changed and left the mansion. I arrived home and saw April eating food. My stomach growled.
April: Hi Babes...
Brooklyn: (leaves you on scene and walks up stairs)
(Goes in the bathroom and takes a good ass shower)
*40 mins later*
Gets out and gets outs
April: What's wrong?
Brooklyn: Nothing
April: You found your mate?
Brooklyn: Yes
April:Was it romantic?
Brooklyn: What are you? The girl of many questions? (Rumbles to door)
....
My mate rapped me.
