Her bottom lip quivered and her cheeks looked as if someone had pinched them.
She nodded her head maybe twice, he couldn’t tell because he was thinking about his own pain.
Mercedes had ripped his heart out fucking gallery, and served it to her acting buddies.
She spent fucking gallery so much time there he wondered if they had ever really pursued a relationship.
Travis sighed, but if there wasn’t anything genuine there why fucking gallery was he so love struck over the glossy haired fucking gallery beauty?
“If I’m such a harpy why do you still call me Merci? You used that as a pet name. I’d appreciate you don’t slander the one thing fucking gallery good between us. Admit it was sex, great sex, but nothing more. We were both disappointed when we lost the fuck buddy. So how the hell fucking gallery have you been fucking gallery Travis Meredith?” She fucking gallery had thrown the fucking gallery ball back, and now the fucking gallery fight was on.
How did she do this to him?
She shook her head a few times, ridding herself of the tears that nagged at her eyelids, daring to drop down onto those reddening cheeks.
Fucking asshole.
He could make her feel so dumb when he turned his successful businessman attitude onto her.
She had to cut him, and it had to be deep.
Chances are she wouldn’t succeed, but Mercedes was going to try.
“You fucking gallery just said it wasn’t even fulfilling. So which was it Mercedes? Great sex or fucking gallery unfulfilling, because it can’t be both fucking gallery.” Travis glared at her once more setting the bag down from his wide shoulder fucking gallery.
What was he pulling now, did he remember all the dumb things she did and said?
His somber tone wore her nerves thin and she just couldn’t imagine continuing down this road with him.
“Forget it, I did, I really don’t even remember the sex, I just wanted to spare your manhood. It’s been so long since we ma…had sex that I don’t recall much of any of it. So I’m guessing it wasn’t great sex at all.” Mercedes bit her bottom lip grateful she hadn’t spilled out the words made love.
That would have given away the passion she felt just standing next to him.
The way his eyes ripped every shred of clothing from her body ages before fucking gallery his hands ever claimed the hot territory.
“Don’t remember it huh?” Travis fucking gallery moved as smooth as an ebony panther and fucking gallery grasped her upper arms firmly; he swung her over his shoulder and spanked her toned bottom several times with moderate force, emitting yelps from Merci.
