COLE
Feeling like a whore that had just been used, fucked and trashed is one of the worst feeling in the word.
It made you want to rush home and wash the stench off your body.
I did not go home.
I drove with the windows down and the music loud enough to drown out the part of my brain that was still replaying Lila on her knees looking up at me, her mouth around me, her eyes saying I own you and her lips saying will you help me, and the worst part was not that she had done it, the worst part was that I had stood there and let her and then said yes like I always did.
Like I always would.
Carlos had my glass on the counter before I sat down and I wrapped both hands around it and stared into it and thought about the kind of man I was, which was not something I recommended doing at midnight after the day I had just had.
