Chapter Seven
Fuck. Me.
A four-alarm fire sounds in my head as I stare down at her. What in the f**k just happened? I freeze as I watch a tear squeeze out of her eye and slide down her temple. f**k. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
I should slap her on the a*s and send her on her way. Get as far away from her as possible. I don’t do emotions, and I sure as hell don’t do tears. It was s*x for f**k’s sake, not a religious experience. Okay, maybe it was a little bit religious. Okay, fine. A lot religious. I forgot my name for chrissakes. But that doesn’t change the fact that I need to distance myself and get her out of my penthouse as quickly as possible. I should have known better than to f**k one of Jason’s friends. He’s gonna slice out my tongue, and then my heart, and then my balls when he finds
