Chapter45

#Chapter45

Elijah*

/"What do you mean you work in the diner?/" The idea of my men lusting after her irks me to my bone marrow. I could just picture herself in the very skimpy dress and boot heels, curls in a high ponytail smiling like she won a fucking lottery. Of course I deserve to be angry because she can be such a fucking tease. Looking at her she isn't anything close to sad or better yet remorseful; rather she size me with her eyes then rolling and looking away like I said the most absurd sentence on planet earth. God knows what they men must have thought in lust about her.

Giving a snarky reply. /"Past tense Elijah. Past tense./" Still again, her luscious behind sways seductively going to have her seat at the corner clearly not concerned she put me in such fowl mood at same time turning me on which adds more fuel to my fiery heart. Everyday I beat my meat in the shower but that shit never, ever works. I need her.