"Ow! You are too rough, my head hurts!" I whined.
"Just sit still, I'm almost done," Tony said irritably and continued to dry my hair with a towel. But he was more gentle this time.
"Thank you for your help. You are alright, Anthony Dean," I said.
"Yup, you owe me a b*****b," he said casually.
"Ew...in your dreams," I giggled.
"Here, you can wear this since your dress got ruined," he threw a sweatshirt at me after a few minutes and left the room.
I quickly put it on. It was big on me and came down to my knees like a dress.
He came back after a few minutes. "You can stay the night if you want. I won't get rapey," he smirked.
I blushed when I remembered what I said earlier. "Sorry I didn't mean it like that but you do have a reputation as a manwhore though," I said.
He nodded in agr
