Twist Of Fate

Justin's POV

I know she told me to pick her up. I didn't.

I woke up with a nasty headache, the kind that made me want to punch someone. The voices were back with a vengeance, clawing at my mind, reminding me why I fucking hate Mondays. Last night had been… satisfying. Pretty Cat had taken everything I gave her, every brutal thrust, every ounce of frustration I needed to release. And the whole time, I pictured June beneath me—moaning, breaking, taking everything I gave her.

What was Pretty Cat thinking about while I was wrecking her? I don't know. I don't care. But she did tell me she wanted to forget. And I made sure she did. The only thing she'd remember was me, buried deep inside her. Just like she wanted.