Page 124 of His Big Bad Stick

I figure whatever I do have to leave behind, Colver will have a great time setting them on fire.

That’s just the kind of jerk he is.

My time of living in a mansion is coming quickly to a close, as expected.

I decide I’m going out with a bang.

Colver has been talking about some party for a few days now, working on plans of who he’s going to meet and all that. This guy is such a crude human that he has plans to take a girl to the party. Then bail on her for another girl. Then leave that one behind for a third one that he’s going to take back home.

He’s gross.

I hate him so much.

Oh, and if I could hate him an ounce more, he stole my favorite large paintbrush.

Want to know what he replaced it with?

A… sex toy…

A… a dildo.

That’s right.

Imagine me sitting there, getting ready to paint, and I reach into my bag for my large paintbrush, right where it always is. And I pull out this very large, engorged, bright blue… dildo…

I screamed and shook the thing for some reason, all the while Colver stood outside the glass doors, watching.

I fucking hate Colver Caspian.

Which is why I’m following him to this party.

I decide to just be there. Be in the way. Just be present to piss him off.

Maybe it’ll throw him off his game and I can save some girls a night of being used and forgotten.

Basically, I just want to fuck up his night. Leave my mark for a minute. Get back at him a little.

And then I’ll be out of his life for good.

Mom and I will find some shit hole of an apartment to live in until she falls in love again. Colver can go on with his rich life and fool around with pretty girls and play hockey, then become rich and famous.

Simple as that…

(What I didn’t know at that time was that… that very night Colver would be saving my life…)

Sorry to hit the brakes on memory lane but Colver is back in the gallery.

“Guys are on the way,” he says. “And I ordered more of these lights. They’ll be here within the hour.”

“Whoa,” I say. “Wait a second…”

Colver closes in on me.

I can’t believe how much his evil stare turns me on.

To the point that my inner thighs tremble and my panties… wet again.

Being near Colver has me needing to pack ten pairs of panties a day.

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