Chapter 11

“Oh, man, you really stuck your dick in the crazy hole this time, didn’t you?” Clay asked, shaking his head.

“Yes, I did. God, I don’t know what I was thinking when I hooked up with this guy.”

“You were thinking you’d get some sweet, young ass while you’re on the rebound.”

“No ass is worth the stress I’ve been under dealing with this guy. He’s like two entirely different people, Clay. First he’s begging me to go to bed with him, then after the deed is done, he’s calling me at two in the morning, crying over the sex. And after all of that, he sends me dirty pictures and texts asking to get pounded. It’s crazy.”

“But you haven’t heard from him since you two hooked up Monday, right?”

“No. I hope he’s gone for good this time.”

“And what if he isn’t? What if you go home tonight and he’s waiting for you? Are you going to get rid of him or invite him upstairs for round three?”