"I don't give a shit. I'm coming back tomorrow and if you're still here, I'll toss you out myself."
"What about my boyfriend?" she asks defensively. "Maybe he can find some money so we can stay here."
"Fine," I hiss. "Rent's five grand. Due tomorrow."
"I can't get that much!"
"Maybe you should try selling that useless cunt to somebody else then," I hiss.
"You're a fucking monster."
"Likewise."
We glare at one another, the tension between us threatening to envelop us both in a raging fire.
"What if I can make you an offer?" she asks next.
"Like your holes that I don't want?" I laugh. "No thank you, beauty."
"I know you're calling me that sarcastically, you fucking prick."
"No shit," I scoff.
"If I'm the beauty, you're the goddamn beast."
She strikes below the belt, but I've heard it all before. "Call me whatever the fuck you want, Mercy. You have one day to get the fuck out of here."
"Fuck you."
She shoves me toward the door, and I grab her again. But when I do, her shirt rides up and I can see she isn't wearing panties at all, just like I suspected. Her pussy is shaved bare.
She wrestles free of me and bends down, ignoring her nakedness, to pick up a broken bottle. When she bends, I see the faint hint of a crystal butt plug in her tight little ass. The sight takes me by surprise and I draw in a breath to stop myself from reacting.
"Get out," she hisses, aiming the bottle at me. "Get the fuck out."
"I'll be back tomorrow," I throw back with the same animosity, stepping into the hallway. "And if you're not fucking gone, I'll –"
She slams the door in my face.
I groan, leaning against the wall of the hallway. What the fuck just happened?
My hand absentmindedly palms the bulge in my hands. Why the fuck am I hard for that mess of a girl? She's not my type at all, fucking unruly little thing, and yet my cock has jumped to attention, painfully straining against the fabric of my pants.
I need to get the fuck out of here and figure this shit out. I stumble to the elevator, barely holding back a sneer.
One thing's for fucking sure.
Mercy and her punk boyfriend – whoever the fuck he is – will be living on the streets for all I care.
Because come tomorrow, I'll kick them out myself if I have to.
THE END
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