Leo
"I love every bit of it…" as soon as she said that, I pushed her away and got up.
I buttoned my shirt, I glanced back at Chloe. She lay there, her hair a tangled mess, the sheets barely covering her. Her face was smudged from the tears she had cried earlier, or pretended to cry. I walked to the edge of the bed, watching as she shifted slightly, clearly trying to gauge my mood.
"Don't even think for a second," I said coldly, "that what just happened changes *anything*."
Her eyes fluttered open, her expression feigning innocence. "What do you mean, Leo?"
"This doesn't change a thing… you're just a whore who satisfied her master…" I repeated and her eyes immediately went wild but I didn't care.
"We… I thought we…"
