How his reputation only got worse and worse, and yet he was never punished or brought to justice or anything. If I were a nosier guy I would wonder a couple things. “I just want you,” she repeated seductively. “Oh right, you’ve never been here before,” she muttered, her chest still heaving, her eyes never leaving me. Please, just whip it out and fuck me. “Ophelia… you told me that all I wanted from you from the beginning was ‘sexual favors,’ and that I became ‘entitled’ after I asked you for them.”
It was hard not to smirk when Ophelia practically visibly throbbed when I mentioned sex. It was that kind of obnoxious drunk laugh over the phone you do to let you know someone is beneath you. “Hey, look. The advantage of texting was that she didn’t stutter and she could proofread every message, and she didn’t have to see my face after every message so she felt a little bolder. Either way, noted. And like hell was I done.
