Fighting For Tasnim

So I have Roman Sloane standing in front of me. He has a stupid grin on his ugly face; that grin tells me that I am not going to like what he is going to say next. If I could have put duct tape around that smiling pawpaw, then I would have. He is enjoying this way too much for my liking...So the words that I am dreading to hear...

"You can take them to my room."

Fuck that.

"You sure you want to put Tasnim between those filthy sheets of yours?"

"Who I put there is none of your fucking business."

Yeah right.

"Then I am sleeping next door."

"That is not happening; you will sleep in the back."

Like fuck I won't.

"I am not your goddamn maid; I will sleep close to Tasnim."

"Well, then you are just going to hear me fuck her."

Then one...two...three...