“I didn’t f**k Maddison.”
“And I don’t care about who you f**k or don’t.”
“Are you sure, Neha? You sound a little jealous.”
I whip my head and narrow my eyes at Hercules who’s sitting back on the armchair, completely naked and drinking his third glass of whiskey. I can feel his c*m still on the inside of my thighs. My entire body is sore after hours of hard s*x, and I can feel the exhaustion weighing down on me but there’s no way I'm going to close my eyes with him still in the room. I don’t trust him that much; I don’t think I ever will.
“I'm not jealous, okay? I really don’t care about every other girl you’ll be with.” I stand from the bed and over to shower to clean myself up. I don’t want to show the devil that a small part of me actually does care, the picture of him with someo
