“You’re hurting me!” I yelp, stunned by his forceful ways.
“I thought you liked that, didn’t you, Miranda? Didn’t think to tell me you fucked your stepbrother? Your stepbrother of all people, Miranda!”
“I told you he’d want us to do that shit, to entertain him. He gets off on it!”
“You should have told me you had sex with him! So I wouldn’t go in there looking like a complete idiot.”
His words sting, but I didn’t do this to him intentionally. “I was ashamed, alright? I was ashamed to tell you. A while back I was booked for a party, I had no idea he’d be there.”
“Spare me the gross details, alright! I’m having a hard time as it is.”
“Baby, I told you not to do this. I warned you about the consequences!”
“I’m not backing out of the deal, okay? I am going to go through with this until the very end.”
“Fine.”
“Great,” he retorts as the elevator doors slide open. We exit and a young couple giggling and rubbing all over each other enter the car after us.