I am mad at my body for its spontaneous reaction to this pompous man. He obviously knows the power he has over a woman's body and unfortunately, that body is mine at the moment. I am astute enough to recognize that he makes my blood boil, but his arrogance is irritating as hell. And I know I participated as much as he did, but now, this incites me to dispute.
I slowly turn to face him and narrow my eyes. My voice is cold as ice. — Presumptuous, aren't you Ace? Surely the typical modus operandi is to f**k her and “discard” her? — His eyes widen in response to my unexpected vulgarity. Or maybe he's just surprised that I discovered it so quickly. I hold his gaze, my body vibrating with anger. — How many women have you tried to seduce tonight? — I raise my eyebrows in disgust when guilt flick
