Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
“Quit? What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you PMSing or something?”
“Or something,” I reply with an eye roll.
“So…what’s wrong?” he questions, and I swear I see genuine concern in his eyes. Too bad I couldn’t care less right now.
“I was set to be on time today, but then I had a run-in with my roommate. You remember her, the one you fucked,” I seethe. “Well, she decided because she can no longer have your asshole cock, that she is mad and wants to get me kicked out of the house.”
Still holding on to my elbow, he states, “You can afford something better than that place. I know you can.”
“I like that place. I picked that place,” I reply.
Before that, I lived somewhere Jake picked. I liked it there too. And before that, I lived wherever I had to—where I was forced to.
This place was solely my choice.
I thought I had done well, apart from the fucked-up roommate.
“I’ll handle it,” Grayson states, letting me go and giving me my bag back. “Now, get to work.”
“You’ll handle it? Please don’t. You fucked it up for me, to begin with. You and your damn cock.” I shove into his shoulder as I strut past him and go back to where the girls are, dropping my things on my small desk.
He doesn’t follow me this time.
As I flop down in my chair, I start to bite my nails but quickly stop and shake my head.
If worse comes to worst, I guess I’ll just have to find somewhere else to live.
I didn’t see Grayson for the rest of my shift and was grateful for it. Working at a sex club is hard. And tiring. Even when you’re not the one who has to fuck the clients. Handling the employees is just as difficult.
I’m exhausted when I get home and find Destiny walking out the front door, a bag in her hand.
“You,” she snarls.
“Um…okay, me,” I say, confused.
“You win.”
“Win what?” I’m really not in the mood to play these games.
“Don’t even try to play the innocent game with me. It won’t work.”
“Okay, sounds good.” I brush her off.
“See, you have no respect. You really are just trash.” I step past her to see half of her things already gone, and the other half is packed and waiting.
“Are you going somewhere?” I question.
“Yes, I got kicked out. As I said, you won. How on earth you did that, I will never know.”
“I’ve been at work, Destiny, so I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Your stupid-girl act doesn’t work on me.”
“Okay…” I shake my head, not understanding where she’s going with this.
“I went to the owner today, and he said he would think about my concerns. Later, he came around and said he’d given it some thought, and I was in the wrong and should pack my things and get out.”
Grayson pops into my head, but how could he have anything to do with this?
“Seems like you brought that on yourself,” I inform her.
She throws one of her bags at me, but it misses. “How people like you get by in this world is beyond me. You belong in the gutter.”
“Have a nice life, Destiny.”
“And go suck your boss’s cock,” she yells after me as I go to my room and shut the door. I stay in there and wait until I hear her leave. When I think it’s all clear, I go out and all her things are gone except a few random things which I’m sure she will be back for.
She didn’t mess around.
When I first met Destiny, I was hoping we could become friends. But after about a week, I realized she wasn’t a girl’s girl.
I don’t have any girlfriends. I have acquaintances at work, but none are friends. Jake, my old boss, was the closest thing I had to a friend, and even then, we hardly spoke. But I knew I could trust him with my life.
Isn’t that what you should expect in a friendship?
Trusting someone with your life?
I’m not really sure.
When I was younger, I thought I had a friend in the man who took me, but I was wrong. He was only being nice to me to gain my trust so he could use me.
Men use.
It’s what they’re good at.
If you come to accept that fact, life gets a little easier.
Women, on the other hand? Well, they aren’t something I’ve managed to crack.
Women tend to hate me on sight, and I’ve also grown to accept that fact too.
I’m not someone who holds grudges. I try to move on because I would be stuck in the past if I didn’t. And the past is somewhere I definitely do not want to be ever again. I haven’t forgiven all the people who have done wrong by me. And I haven’t forgotten either.