Chapter Six-Giselle

“You want a coffee or something, Koukla?” Angel asks, and I refuse to even look at him.

He sighs, shaking his head as he places an order in the drive through.

We already used the restrooms at the gas station a few minutes ago. He orders two medium iced cappuccinos, and I admit I am surprised.

I figured him for a black coffee kinda guy.

Fine.

I am acting like a brat. And I know it.

Truth is, I’m kind of salty after waking up in bed with Angel.

The feel of his long, thick dick, rock hard against my ass. The way he looked jerking himself off, covering me in his cum, as he finished me with his fingers inside my pussy has me in a sour mood.

No, he did nothing wrong. I did not say no. He even told me to tell him what I wanted, and yeah, it was exactly what he did.

I was a willing participant.

Fine. I’ll admit it.

Angel did everything right. And that’s what has me so mad.