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Summer
Alphahole: Ms. West, have you forgotten that you are getting married in precisely 3 hours?
Me: I am trying my best.
Alphahole: Stop being obstinate.
Me: Stop being so dominating.
Alphahole: I was born this way.
Me: You know what they say about people who try too hard to project themselves?
Silence
Me: It’s that old saying about how those with small balls try to overcompensate in all other fields of life.
Alphahole: I can assure you my balls are bigger than normal size, as is my dick. As you must have guessed from the way you thrust your pelvis wantonly against my groin.
Me: Anyone ever told you that you’re crude? And does anyone use the word 'wanton' anymore?
Alphahole: I do.
Bet the jerk has his lips curled in that smirk. My thighs clench. Damn it, can’t I have a single normal interaction with this man without getting hot and bothered? I wipe my clammy palms on my shirt.
Alphahole: Are you there, Ms. West?
Me: Does it make a difference?
Alphahole: No.
Jerk.
Alphahole: As long as you turn up for the wedding, I don’t care what you wear.
It’d serve him right if I turned up naked.
Alphahole: Don’t do that.
Me: You have no idea what I was thinking.
Alphahole: Don’t I? You’re too predictable, Pink.
Bite me. I am going to spring a surprise on him, and he won’t see it coming.
Alphahole: Don’t embarrass me, Bird.
You think? I snort.
Alphahole: You wouldn’t have the courage to do that after our time together, either.
Me: Stop putting words in my mouth.
Alphahole: That was too easy.
Me: What? Being able to predict that your ego has no bounds? You think you can manipulate anyone and get away with it.
