Chapter 20

Chad said from the bed, “Isn’t it easier for me to fuck you if you’re naked?”

I grabbed the pillow off the bed and threw it at him, wanting to throw the alarm clock or bedside lamp at him instead. Anger boiled within me, and rage poured out.

“Chad, I’m going to give you two minutes to get out of my bed, get dressed, and get the fuck out of my apartment before I call the police.”

He placed a hand between his legs, wrapped its fingers around his cock, pulled on the meaty cock, released the mass, and snapped it against his abs. “Don’t you want to ride this for old time’s sake? I know for a fact that Colm Frost isn’t letting you ride his dick. But mine’s available for your use.”

I pointed to the bedroom door and yelled, “Out, Chad. Get out!” Then I reached for my cell phone, started to dial 911, and…

He climbed out of my bed, held up his arms and hands, surrendering. “There’s no reason for you to call the cops.”

“Trust me, there’s every reason.”