Queen bee

"And what exactly am I...?"

"You're a fucking sex machine"

I shut down the headphones in his face and looked at him while hates and sparks flying from my eyes. His body was shaking from laughing, leaning his body forward as he leaned his arms around the window, and his distant facial expressions were telling me that he was still laughing and making fun of me.

Without realizing my feelings of despair and lack of concentration. I raised the palm of my hand, showing him only the middle finger.

Yeah, fuck... you damn shrewd, and I don't care or fear of you.

Before I could see his reaction, I closed my window and the curtains. Stood with my body against it, and I gaspined for air.

Sooner, I felt fear and regret!

'What did you do? Debra, you miserable idiot. What have you done? He will come now and curse you until the seventh grandfather.'

The phone rang, and my hands had trembled, and I threw it into the floor. It was definitely him.

But I decided to look at the phone screen from afar, and my suspicions were confirmed.

'Run, Debra, run. But where do I run? I'm in my house and my room'
My phone rang again. 'Don't answer, don't answer...'

Then, a message has delivered to my phone, so I took it to see. Reading a message is better than listening to what he was gonna say to me in his frightening voice.

[How did you know I was a sex machine?]

[I told you before, your reputation precedes you, you never leave a girl disappointed]

[You're wrong, I don't do that with all girls, but if you have a well curious, I won't leave you disappointed either]

What?

Did he really write it?

Am I imagining?

I looked at the phone screen and realized that if I cursed him, he would make sure of his victory. So, I resorted to controlling my nerves and sent him a reply with confidence.

[You're not my type]