Lia
My p***y is not made of gold? This was a man-child. I wonder how he treated women, but from that single conversation, I would bet he was a bastard—a brutish son of a b***h who thought that because of who he was he could use that power to lord over women.
I wasn't one of those.
I poured the water into the sink, clenching my teeth in anger as I replayed that conversation. He was a narcissist. He seemed so nice from the moment we met through the whole filming duration of season two. I remembered how well he treated me, introducing me to the crew, making sure I felt comfortable in the set, all along cementing our interaction to this. I felt as if he was good to me so I didn't say no, or feel guilty for rejecting him. I hate these kind of men.
“What's wrong?” I heard Dev ask. Choking
Aksara