Desiree
DesireeI yank on my underclothing and day-old scrubs, wishing I could drop-kick Junior.
I don’t know what in the hell I was thinking, making a s*x arrangement with the man! I am not going through with it. I will definitely be calling peanut butter the first time he tries to lay his hands on me.
peanut butterJunior is dangerous. I was stupid to have s*x with him once.
I don’t need to repeat the mistake.
I go and check on Gio, even though I refreshed his IV and meds before I tried to leave. He’s still okay. No fever. Pulse is in a decent range. He’s sweating a little, and I pull the blankets down to give him some air. I use the bottom sheet to roll him to his side so he doesn’t get bedsores.
When I’m done, I breeze into Junior’s room like I own the place and open his drawers un
