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‘Lock the door when I leave.’ ‘Yes sir,’ Erica said with a touch of sarcasm in her voice. As John made his way back to Adam’s, he realized that tonight had just reinforced the reasons that he and Erica had broken up. Whenever Erica drank she became complete sarcastic bitch. He truly hated that side of her. Christine was such a sweetheart. When he got back to Adam’s house he grabbed his car keys and headed back home. Chapter 3 How in hell did Christine even find out about him and Erica driving off together? Who told her? Who would want to sabotage their relationship? All these questions began racing through John’s head. Suddenly the name clicked there was only one person that could possibly have the motive to screw up his and Christine’s relationship and that was Erica. John furiously dialed Erica’s cell. ‘Hello, I thought I’d hear from you soon.’ ‘How dare you? What the hell were you thinking?’ ‘ You know you want me back. I saw the way you were looking at me on Saturday.’. "I know. And quite honestly, seeing you naked, after just having fucked someone, that's quite hot," Kristina said.I looked at her, sitting there in her pajama bottoms and her t-shirt, and laughed, and said, "Only you would say something like that."At that moment, Emily walked back into the living room. Clothed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, much like Kristina, she sat on the couch, and stretched her legs out.I looked at her, looking not the least bit awkward or uncomfortable, considering what we'd just done, and said, "I think I maybe should clean up and get dressed."Emily looked at me and said, "Sure. Kristina and I can hang out here until you come back. We can chill and watch a movie or something."I left the room, and headed into the bathroom. I turned on the shower, got the water running nice and hot, grabbed a wash cloth, put a towel on the sink cabinet, and climbed into the shower.Being in there for quite some time, I was able to wash myself up, clean the blood off me that.
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