I shook my hair back. Damn it. Glared at the man in my bed. My plan should have worked. It was flawless.
But no. Mr. Stupid Asshole had done another end run around me and gotten me to beg first. I was tempted to shove him out of my bed, but he was probably prepared for that as well. Asshole.
His snicker told me he wasn't actually asleep.
I rolled my eyes, pushed up from the mess of sheets that smelled of hard s*x and sweat. "See yourself out, Foster."
I walked into the bathroom, shut the door. I did my business and stood at the sink, letting the water warm up before I thrust my hands into the stream. Staring at myself in the mirror, I tried to convince myself to just shut him out. Every single thing about him annoyed or infuriated me.
From his smirks and snotty attitude to his ina
