Tell me a story...

Tell me a story...

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Excerpt: "Did you fuck her?" I stop dead in my tracks. Surely they can't be talking about me, I mean how could anyone have known of our drunken night together. "Ophelia?" I scowl not liking the way Derek laughs out the question. "Yeah, who else would I be talkin' about?" Eli asks. Bringing the scotch back to his lip, smiling into the glass. "Come on, man. I could fuck any girl I want, why on earth would I chose to put my dick in porky over there?" Tears spring to my eyes at his cruel words. My hands instinctively curling around my waist. "Come on, she's not that fat," Eli says with a frown that just makes my insides hurt more. "Why ya want her? You can't possibly tell me you have a thing for chubs?" Tears fall freely from my eyes. It felt like a punch to the gut. "Well no, but she's kinda cute in that innocent librarian kind of way," I look down my body, cringing at my work attire. "I guess if you're into that frumpy look. Just don't come back complaining to me, when she squishes your dick off," I didn't hear what Eli said next because I was already high tailing it to my room, not strong enough to hear another insult. I couldn't help but feel angry at myself forever trusting the vicious man. I was a fool to ever give him apart of me that I held on to for so long. I move towards my closet grabbing a suitcase, preparing myself to leave. I couldn't do this, I couldn't work him. I was so humiliated, I was nothing but a joke to him. What am I doing? I stop as I stare at the open suitcase. I can't leave. I wipe away the tears trying to calm myself, come on they're just words. I've heard worse. I wasn't gonna be bullied out of a job. A job that I somehow ended up enjoying, a job he pays well and allows me to live in a beautiful home on the beach. Fuck him. Fuck. Him. I'll stay, I'll pretend as nothing happened. Like we didn't share an intimate night together. Like he didn't touch me all over and kiss my breath away.
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