BAD TIMING.

“So, be glad she finds out now and stop being a pussy.” He stated and got out of bed, wiping off our sperm on the sheets. “Man, it’s pretty thick.” He murmured as he played with it.” He murmured as he played with it, while laughing.

“Stop that, don’t be disgusting.’ I turned my expression from him.

“Who cares,’ he says. “Just leave that girl called Larisa, alone for now.”

“I know,’’ I murmured and lay down on my bed once again. “I’m the son of a bitch. How do I get her to forgive me?”

“You can’t. Just give her some time. She will come around.’

“What if she hates me?”

“Then, just take it as if you guys are not meant to be together in the first place and let her go.”

“I just…”

He rolled his eyes in annoyance. “You know what the hell is wrong with you? You want her to forgive you and be done with it, clear your conscience and make yourself feel good. Things don’t work that way these days. Get over it. You can’t control it, no matter how hard you try, geez.’

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