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“She’s pretty, huh?” Mutt whispers to me.

“Stop trying to fuck the customers,” I say to him.

The cleaning company is in the office, scrubbing the carpets, walls and desk.

The office needs it anyway.

I warned them of the dog waste smell and said a customer brought their dog into the office and the dog did their business all over.

Whatever it costs, I pay.

Money isn’t an issue. Money is never an issue.

I hang at the back of the garage and stretch my neck.

I’m not tired but I’m feeling last night for sure. I’ve had a taste. I’ve had a fuck.

Oh, darling, we’re on a roller coaster to hell and there’s no stopping it now.

I text my Katie girl.

How are you feeling today?

She’s got a minute to reply to me before I get pissed off and go looking for her.

I’m her top priority now in life.

Not her fucking bakery job. And certainly not her fucking fiancé.

It takes her all of twenty seconds to reply to me like a good girl.

Sore. Horny. I want more.

I groan in my throat.

She’s been so neglected for so long. She’s opening herself up. Finally.

I want to see your tit. I want to see the mark I left.

I look forward and watch as Mutt talks to the woman with the kid.

Her car is done and Mutt is trying to flirt.

She grabs her keys from Mutt and looks my way.

When she tries to take the wrench and nut and bolt from her brat of a son, the kid throws a fit. I’d just let the kid take the stuff but he throws it to the ground instead.

My phone vibrates and my attention drops back to my phone.

I’m now staring at my Katie’s left tit.

I sigh and growl once more.

Her fucking tit is delicious, perfect, and has my teeth marks beautifully executed into her soft, sweet skin. That mark will remain for a long time now for sure. In days it’ll grow. It’ll be red, purple, yellow… almost as though I’ve tattooed her.

Does it hurt?

My text more of a test than an actual question.