Xavier stepped back into the room after a quick shower, fully dressed. Celia was now out of her towel too, wearing a shirt from his closet and one of the shorts he had gotten her. “I thought you didn’t want them.”
Celia glared over at him, “F*ck off, Xavier.”
“Right, I’ll do that...” He walked towards the door, then stopped and turned to her. “You know I thought conversations with you would’ve been better after we mate, but it’s still the same.”
“You thought I’d change my mind after one f*ck? I’m not as stupid as I use to be, I still want to go home.”
A lie, she was even stupider than she was before, if anything, she wanted him to hold her down and f*ck the sh*t out of her again. One intimate session with him and apparently she was now tamed...he was right, she was indeed easy.
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