I don't know what he was talking about. All I could feel was annoyance toward him plus the fact that he tolerated Howell cheating. There's a big chance he was doing it as well. Though, we're not in a relationship but it seems like quite the same and I'm not going to lie; thinking he has multiple girls outside this goddamn penthouse makes me upset.
River's hands were around my waist, he was kissing my neck like the way he coax a wild animals like lion.
"I'm asking if we have a problem," he whispered gently to my ears, drawing circles in my thighs. "Tell me… we're going to sort things out."
"We don't," I quickly cut him off. "I'm sleeping!"
"Not when we're still talking," he simply implied, no chance of letting me slip away.
A subtle whiff came out of my rims. Slowly, River massaged my waist while he was whispering in my ears, sending shivers down my spine.
