Short Stories for Adults: Sex, Lies and Tit Tape (Part 4)
He put on his trousers and headed out the door. "It's an early start tomorrow, Marsh."
I didn’t have a problem with a fuck and run but something didn’t sit well with me. And as I finished my fourth G&T it came to me: comfortable. James was getting comfortable. Now he had my number, he could call—sorry, text whenever the mood took him. Fuck that. I had no desire to be his regular slam piece. In my mind, that’s tantamount to a relationship—again, fuck that. When I gave him my number, I’d effectively handed over the power. I’d presented him with the keys to our arrangement. Worst still, if we did end up working together, it would mean breaking my cardinal rule to never shit where you eat.
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