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not having you thrown out. Now, Get. The. Fuck. Out,” I
warned while putting on my boxers.
I turned around, giving both of them a pointed look. “I'm
going to take a piss. You have two minutes to leave this
room before I have you thrown out. You wanted a taste of
Coulter? You got it. Now, shall we go on our merry ways? In
case you're wondering, no… I'm not putting a ring on your
finger.”
Blondie's eyes turned into slits as she glared at me. “Are
you always like this?”
The bedsheet was still scandalously wrapped around her
curvy body. It was tempting, I had to say. But my dick didn’t
rouse at the sight, so that would be a no for me.
“I don't even remember your name.”
She let out a gasp, her hand flying to her tits in shock.
Way overdramatic. This wasn't some goddamn soap opera.
The pounding headache was making it difficult to focus,
so I blinked several times, trying to clear my blurry vision.
How much did I drink? I couldn’t remember shit.
“Two minutes,” I snapped, before walking away. The
bathroom door closed behind me, putting the lock in place,
in case either of them had the stupid idea to join me. I
didn't usually say no to shower sex, but I wasn't in a mood
for another sex session. My head was killing me, my body
was sore and so was my dick.
After taking a piss, I walked out of the bathroom to see
that Blondie had left, but her ‘friend’ was still here. Black
hair, exotic sun-kissed skin and brown eyes, she looked like
she had just walked out from a magazine.
And those chocolate brown eyes reminded me too much
of Lila.
“My name is Tammy,” she introduced, breathlessly, with
a thick British accent. “I mean, you didn’t ask for our
names last night.”
That was because I didn’t need to know her name to
fuck her. Nameless and faceless. There were countless