Authors Note: Finally after such a long time I managed to find time and inspiration to write for this story! Got to say I missed writing ChromeDaddy and I am happy I got to make time to write for my number 1 favorite horror movie slasher. I had such a blast reading that and it made my day.
Like multiple. Running your fingers through your hair, you got up from the bed, walking down the hallway and to the kitchen, starting to lazily get on with your day, preparing your coffee, and turning the tv on for the morning news. Even now, you still felt the light touches of Jesse and the silent words that he told you, and how they made you feel.
Any normal person would have broken the deal off and tell the older male to fuck off, that he was just a horrible misogynistic piece of shit. Replaying everything that he told you, you felt a bitter taste fill your mouth; he was degrading you in cunning and sleek ways that from a psychological view made him the perfect manipulator.
He did know that without his financial help, you would be now outside in the rain, trying to find shelter and a job, and the dream of finishing college, achieving your dreams, and such?
Just a dream…. Your hands formed into fists at the current prospect you were in, trapped, but not trapped, given consent, but also cutting half of it with certain conditions. Huffing, you cursed under your breath, waiting for the coffee to be done, tapping your fingers on the marble kitchen counter.
