walked over to stand before him, letting him see the hurt and anger in her eyes, the unconcealed rage she was craving to let loose. “What else do you want?”
Dylan thought if she had a gun at that moment he would have certainly been a dead man. “I want you to know doing this hurts me. This is not how I want to keep you, but you've left me no choice. What I did with Liz was wrong and I deeply regret bedding her and violating you. I offer no excuse because my actions were unjustifiable. But I swear on my life, on the graves of my parents that I'll never bed her again.”
“Whatever... I need a bath.” She walked away from him, stripping off her black t-shirt as she went. When she reached the closet, she removed the gun she'd placed in the security of her snug spandex panties. Unloading the small but effective weapon, she placed the pistol amongst her possessions in the closet and put the ammunition clip on the top shelf pushing it back as far as she could reach.
At the sight of her operating the .22 caliber Beretta as if she'd been born with a gun in her hand Dylan asked her a question he'd voiced before, “Who are you?”
Carolina looked back at him and scowled, frigidly stating, “You should have taken more
Dylan thought if she had a gun at that moment he would have certainly been a dead man. “I want you to know doing this hurts me. This is not how I want to keep you, but you've left me no choice. What I did with Liz was wrong and I deeply regret bedding her and violating you. I offer no excuse because my actions were unjustifiable. But I swear on my life, on the graves of my parents that I'll never bed her again.”
“Whatever... I need a bath.” She walked away from him, stripping off her black t-shirt as she went. When she reached the closet, she removed the gun she'd placed in the security of her snug spandex panties. Unloading the small but effective weapon, she placed the pistol amongst her possessions in the closet and put the ammunition clip on the top shelf pushing it back as far as she could reach.
At the sight of her operating the .22 caliber Beretta as if she'd been born with a gun in her hand Dylan asked her a question he'd voiced before, “Who are you?”
Carolina looked back at him and scowled, frigidly stating, “You should have taken more