Because blocking me? Then making me spend fucking Valentine’s Day without my girlfriend? Now you’ve gone too far. I’m not above surgically implanting a fucking tracking device inside you, Reverie.
And it sure as fuck isn’t the only thing I will shove very fucking deep inside you.
I assure you, you’re going to need fucking surgery to get me out of you too.
My heart might’ve fluttered at that last email, which is why I refused to respond.
Fuck him and his sexual advances.
What the fuck happened to hating each other? He comes inside me twice, and suddenly, he’s incapable of coming anywhere else?
He thinks we’re, what? Fuck buddies who now spend Valentine’s Day together and get each other cute teddy bears and chocolate-covered strawberries?
Absolutely not.
Istill hatehim.
AndI hate Valentine’s Day.
After everything he’s put me through, everything he’s done to me, that’s not something a handful of orgasms will make gopoof.
My phone buzzes with a text, and I almost ignore it until I glimpse Sable’s name.
Followed by ten more texts from her.
Frowning, I snatch it up and open the message thread, only for my heart to officially drop out of my ass.
Sable: Reverie.
Sable:Es una emergencia.
Sable: Your boy had enough and came to work and cornered me.
Sable: All these years, and that was the first time I saw him in person. Why the fuck didn’t you tell me the motherfucker was a redwood tree?
Sable: I mean, honestly, Rev, my fucking neck hurts from looking up at him, and I’m taller than you. You probably need a chiropractor.
Sable: But I can totally see why you fucked him now…
Sable: Objectively, of course.
Sable: His pictures online don’t do him justice.
Sable: Sus ojos? Panty-melting. His body should be immortalized. I’d push him in front of Medusa in a heartbeat.
Sable: Imagine if his dick was hard when he turned to stone? You STILL weren’t walking right when I saw you a few days ago.
Sable: That would be the most abused and most consecrated statue in modern history.
Jesus fuckingChrist.
Me: Sable! Get to the point, maybe???
Sable: Lo siento.
Sable: For the well-being of your sanity and your pussy, you might want to reconsider letting his stone phallus poke your cervix tonight.
