[Tabitha’s POV]
I stare up at the bastard above me, taking in his disgusting look of hunger while his erect d**k presses against me. It was clear that he really did think that he was God's gift to women, and that just pissed me off even more.
It was bad enough that he was spying on me, but now he was even talking about f*****g me. He had to be out of his damn mind!
“Next f**k,” I repeat, letting a slow smile begin to spread across my face. “You should at least treat me to dinner first."
At my words, his expression shifts to amusement, and a look of triumph flashes in his eyes.
"Is that what you want, baby?" He murmurs, leaning close to my ear. "Because if so, I can..."
Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, I kick up, connecting my knee between his legs.
"You're really too f
