Chapter 4

You.

I swear that word had reverberated so much in my brain that every time I thought something randomly, I heard it.

You.

Who did he think he was? I was in this whole mess because of him, and he said he wanted “me”? Well, he could suck my left ball because the only me he would ever get was my leg down his throat.

Last night felt like a blur. Especially after he said he wanted “me”.

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“Me?” I echoed, looking at the man sitting behind the wheel. What the hell? The more time passed, the more I regretted even getting into his car.

“Yes, Kayla. You.”

I took in a deep breath and tried to calm myself. It was of no use getting worked up. “Look, sir, I’ve had a rough day, I’ve lost my job, and right now, all I want to do is cry myself to sleep. So, I would appreciate if you stopped with the wanting me thing. I am not up for grabs.”

Mr. Reeves looked at me