Abigail
Of all the people and of all the sex clubs in New York City, tiny dick Drake stood before me with his jacket slung over one shoulder, his eyes wide in shock. They moved from my face to the rest of me then back up, slowly.
"Damn, Abby. You? At a sex club?"
My bag strap slid down my shoulders. I raised my arms to adjust it as dread curled around my spine. Drake had a fucking big mouth. I had to play it off like it was no big deal or he was going to make a mess of things.
"I can't believe you right now. You broke up with me because of an orgy," He gestured at the building around us. "And you've been coming here?"
"You piece of shit, I broke up with you because you were cheating on me!" I snarled, gritting my teeth. "In our bed, on Valentine's Day, while mocking. You have to be on a whole new level of madness if you think this is the same thing,"
"It's not?" He scoffed. "Who fucked you? Was it one of those men? You're spreading your legs for anyone now-"
