I took off my now-drenched undershirt to wipe my face and neck.
But Taylor seemed disgusted by the background noise.
“What is that?”
And no, I didn’t give a shit if it bothered her.
“I brought you breakfast.”
I watched her walk into my room. Her slender body was hugged by a tight tank top over leggings that wrapped around her sinuous legs. She looked like a damn piece of candy wearing all pink.
“Scrambled eggs. No carbs because you have the game at the weekend.”
I shrugged, expressing my total apathy. My stomach was in unbearable knots, but right then dieting was the least of my problems.
“James, could you—” Taylor started talking to me, but was distracted by the piercing screams coming from the girl in the video who was having—or more likely faking—an orgasm.
Taylor on the other hand was about to have a nervous breakdown. I sensed it from how her chin was trembling. I smiled, pleased, while she banged the take-out coffee on my desk. She was about to make a scene.
“What did you come here to do?” I asked, holding back a smug smile.
“To talk.”
“Maybe let me know beforehand,” I said, grabbing the still-hot coffee.
“Look, turn that crap off, take a shower, and let’s talk.”
“Um, I don’t know.” I took a sip of the coffee while staring at her, knowing this would piss her off even more.
“Please, turn it off.”
Taylor was particularly serious. I, on the other hand, was distracted by the blond in the video, who seemed determined to make her throat hurt, given the dimensions of what she was about to swallow.
But it was Taylor’s horrified smirk that I should’ve framed.
“James!”
I turned to watch her thin mouth say my name. Taylor wouldn’t subject herself to something like that easily, not like the girl in the video. Luckily. It always seemed like I could throw her against a wall, but it ended up that she was really great at sensing my fear and weaknesses when I took my clothes off, so my vulnerable body became her amusement park.
It was no different than what I did. She used me. And I used her. Isn’t that what people do when they spend the night having sex? And despite her being smart enough to understand that, Taylor insisted on that couples bullshit that I hated so much. Dancing together, going to school holding hands, going to dinner, and all that other stuff that made me feel like a caged animal. I closed the MacBook, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
“Was that so hard?” she snapped, coming closer to me.
“I’m gonna take a shower.”
But she attacked my lips before I could even move. “Give me a kiss first.”
I jumped. She wasn’t wearing a trace of makeup, and her eyes seemed even sharper than usual.
“Weren’t you here to talk?”
Taylor wasn’t the type to beg for sex; she dominated, and that was it.
Her hand traced my chest until it glided down to the edge of my shorts.
“I changed my mind. What, you don’t want to be with me?” she whispered against my neck.
She said it smugly, almost reluctant to even ask, like I didn’t have a say in the matter. Like I was always ready and at her disposal.
