Why the sarcasm?
From Create Your Own Story
"You sound fake. I feel like you don't mean it. Why the sarcasm? Did I do something wrong?"
"What sarcasm? I congratulated you." Darren steps closer to me. "What else am I supposed to do? What else am I supposed to give you? Perhaps another lesson?" Darren runs his fingers across my collarbone, and his steely gaze tells me I might regret provoking him. He brings his hand down to my thigh, and his thumb soon finds my moist sensitive spot. "I know you ran into an obstacle. A girl named Katrina."
"Darren..." I struggle to control my breathing while Darren teases me with his touches, caressing me through the soft fabric of my clothes, his rhythm slow and steady. "I--" I want to say something, but Darren shuts me up with a kiss. He picks me up and sets me down on his desk, his mouth still on mine. I spread my legs to give him better access. But to my surprise, he pulls away.
"You shouldn't worry about Katrina. She's already being taken care of. And that, my dear slut-in-training, is the best reward I can give you."
So you know about Antony's girlfriend...
