I hated Andrew.
The next morning he was outside our building, waiting for Lila to come down. I really couldn’t stand him or the way he drooled over what was mine. What was the worst was the fact that they were touching.
Andrew’s presence was grating. I couldn’t stand having him so close, trying to angle into what was mine. He drove my possessiveness to a new level, one I’d never experienced before.
An hour later, when we arrived at the office, I f****d her in the elevator for it, destroyed her panties, and took the scarf that hid my marks. All out of anger, out of spite. There was no way he wouldn’t see and understand, truly, that she wasn’t f*****g available.
I had her f*****g panties in my pocket if he wanted f*****g proof of ownership.
Still, later that morning, he was f*****g lean
