Last night, that asshole Iason was like... very quiet, observing me as I did the dishes. But all of the sudden he went all: ‘Hey, Riki, you know? I realized we’ve never actually did dis or dat.’
And I was like “So? The point being?”
Iason said nothing. His dumb blue eyes fixed on me.
“Don’t talk to me,” I continued, irritated. But later in bed, he said more of the same, the moron. I felt furious.
“Fuck me and leave,” I said. “Don’t keep me waiting because you know I hate that shit. Just do your thing and we’re cool. Ok?”
Then the fucker smiled SMILED, and I admit I got a bit scared.
“Why are you screaming?” he said sardonically, a blonde eyebrow raised. “I’m being nice.”
“Nice?” I repeated. “Something’s up, right? What is it this time? I bet is fucking Raoul complaining again or motherfucking Orphe. Aisha? Gotta be kidding me.”
“You’re being paranoid, Riki. Calm down.”
“Sure. You’re saying you want to hug me and not fuck me?”
“I’m saying I will fuck you and then hug you.”
I started to run after that, but he grabbed me and kissed me in the ear and he knows I hate it there but still did and then moved to my face and I won’t give you nasty details but he proceeded to do his job. I let him. I always do. It went smooth, but after we were done, he didn’t move to let me sleep and I elbowed him in the belly and he said I was rude and a brute and I told him to fuck off and I screamed because instead of a scold, I got a hug.
“Don’t mind it, you don’t have to mind it,” he said in a low voice and I got goosebumps. “Is a master holding his pet. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
I was too embarrassed and confused to protest, so I let Iason hold me like a pillow. He also kissed me on the shoulder, to annoy me even more.
“I’m not your damn kitty,” I spat. It didn’t stop the kisses, but made me feel better with myself.
You know, at first, before he let me touch his white ass, I thought he was called Ice Man because of his skin being cold. Is not, is 1000 degrees warm. He hugged me and I held his arm to keep some control but because it was warm as I told you, I was comfortable and closed my eyes.
“Hate you,” I mumbled. “Really do.”
He kissed me more. Then Iason and I sort of slept. Together. Like actual sleeping. For the first time. Did you know, btw, that he snores? He does. Don’t know how, but it’s too fucking funny not to share.
Anyway, I’m leaving you this letter here because I can’t reach you on the phone, Katze. Where are you?
I’ll go with Iason to who knows where and return on sunday. That’s why I can’t go to work today. He probably told you already, though. I left you my dataslate under the desk with audios of Iason snoring. Figured you’d like to have something to make fun of the fucker.
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