The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42: PAIN IN THE ASS!

Abigail

Drake had a death wish. That was the only explanation for why the half with clot pole was standing next to my desk, smiling widely at me like he won the fucking lottery.

"Abby, baby." The smile on his face used to make my stomach flip. Now they just made my fingers itch to claw at his face. I hadn’t seen him in a few weeks but the rage of what he did seemed to slam back in my chest in full force.

"This floor is strictly restricted to authorized staff," I bit out, clenching my teeth at the headache hitting the back of my head.

"Baby, when are you going to stop being so dramatic about this?" He whined, rushing towards me.

"Back the hell up!" my hands shot up in the air between us while my eyes glared daggers at him. "I’ll pretend for your sake that you did not just call me dramatic while standing in my place of work along with the blonde bimbo you were fucking on Valentine’s day!"

The bitch in question rolled her eyes. "I only told him you work here and he-"

"I didn’t ask for an explanation, bitch. I want you both out of my face, ASAP," I tried to weave past the sleazy asshole but his hand wrapped around my wrist.

I jabbed a punch to his stomach. "Don’t fucking touch me,"

"Ow... Abby!" He cursed, doubling over and letting my hand go. "You’ve been ignoring my calls-"

"Funny how blocking someone’s number does exactly that."

His jaw tightened. Drake had always hated being interrupted. For four years I had let him have the last word. Well not anymore, loser.

"I’ve been trying to reach you for months, Abby. I even had to reach out to your grandmother and look-" He fished his phone out of his pocket and shoved it in my face.

"Look what she sent me!"

I squinted to read the message Meemaw sent him. The timestamp read 8:05am. It had been barely five minutes after our conversation.

DRAKE WINSLOW YOU SPINELESS LITTLE WORM. If you contact me or my granddaughter ONE MORE TIME I will personally fly to New York and whoop your ass. You are a cheating, gaslighting, and limp-excuse for a man. DELETE OUR NUMBERS. THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING. Leave my grandbaby the fuck alone.

Marissa Kellerman.

"Holy shit," I burst into laughter, throwing my head back. "Damn, she even signed her name at the bottom,"

Drake’s face turned so red, a tomato would look pale next to him. "It’s not funny,"

"That’s the most hilarious thing I’ve seen today," I sniffed, unable to stop the giggles from slipping.

"And Meemaw was being generous, calling you a spineless little worm. I would have gone with a waste of perfectly good oxygen but Meemaw has always been more restrained than I am."

Alicia made a sound between a laugh and a cough that she quickly faked a smile when Drake and I looked at her.

"Is something funny, bitch? Did you choke on all that nastiness flowing in your lungs?"

She frowned, curling her lips in disgust. "Stop being so high and mighty, it’s not like you’re any different."

"Oh please, I don’t go around sleeping with other people’s boyfriends on Valentine’s day," I snapped then turned to Drake.

"It appears I have taken some further courses in the blowjob category," I flicked my tongue over my bottom lip. "Would you like to hear the reviews? From what I hear, I’m doing well."

"Mr Winslow," 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

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