So I have Roman Sloane standing in front of me. He has a stupid grin on his ugly face; that grin tells me that I am not going to like what he is going to say next. If I could have put duct tape around that smiling pawpaw, then I would have. He is enjoying this way too much for my liking...So the words that I am dreading to hear...
"You can take them to my room."
Fuck that.
"You sure you want to put Tasnim between those filthy sheets of yours?"
"Who I put there is none of your fucking business."
Yeah right.
"Then I am sleeping next door."
"That is not happening; you will sleep in the back."
Like fuck I won't.
"I am not your goddamn maid; I will sleep close to Tasnim."
"Well, then you are just going to hear me fuck her."
Then one...two...three...
