He looked guilty.
His lips formed into an awkward line, his hands behind his back. His eyes refused to look at me. His dark hair was wet from a shower, he wore his usual fancy dark suit.
"Morning." He said softly.
I bit down on my lips, unsure of how to approach the situation.
"Hi." I mumbled, my eyes grazing the floor.
"Listen, tsvetok. About last night..." (Flower)
I shook my head, my cheeks heating up. Partly because I felt embarrassed, and partly because in just now realizing how incredible s*x with Sinister was.
"Don't say anything, sinister. That's why you bought me. I was just doing what you purchased me to do." It was a bitchy thing to say. But what was I supposed to say?
'Thanks for f*****g me with your oversized p***s, you s*x god, it felt f*****g great, we should totally
