"I'm supposed to sit around for a couple of hours in a bar, my face covered in dry crusted cum; waiting for you to do a drug deal?" I shrieked.
"You can sit in the car for all I care, but I have to do this. It's just one of the issues you have to deal with when you're a porn star." Dallas laughed.
"Fuck you; I never said I wanted to be a porn star!"
"You know you do, you love it, and all the perks that come with it." He said.
Allan chimed in, "You guys can have your little fight somewhere else; she has to leave now!"
I looked at Allan with loathing, "Dallas, if you don't take me home right now, I'm leaving by myself."
"I told you what I have to do, so all I can say is. See ya."
My male hormones were taking over, I wanted to jump on Dallas and scratch his eyes out. I took my new phone from my purse and asked nobody in particular a phone number for a cab company.
"You ain't waiting here for a cab. Get your slutty ass down to the street corner where it belongs to wait for your ride." Allan said.
I lost it, I threw my phone at Allan. He easily dodged my girly throw. It's not easy throwing something with inch long fingernails. I got up and stormed out of the house. I didn't know where I was going, but I was getting out of there. Clearly I wasn't thinking straight. Harley followed me out of the house. Outside he called my name. I ran to him, held on to him and cried my eyes out. He wrapped his big strong arms around me and held me close. After I calmed down some he told me he was taking me home. He picked me up and carried me to his truck, I was still sobbing into his shoulder, but the gentle tenderness he was showing me was going a long way to calming me. He opened the door of his truck for me and I climbed in. When he climbed in and asked where I lived, it hit me. I asked him if he could wait a minute. When he said yes and asked why. I told him I forgot something. I got out and stormed back to the house. I pounded on the door.
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