Chapitre 66: NEED A HATE F

Chloe's P.O.V

Chania looks up from whatever she's working on, and a smirk finds her lips as she leans back to look at me. My eyes follow the pen she brings to her lips, her tongue seductively comes out to taste the pen in a way that has my mouth watering. My eyes struggle to lift from her pouty lips as she greets me.

"Chloe," She says, voice as smooth as ever, "to what do I owe the pleasure?" The question slightly catches me off guard. She should know exactly what I am here for, but I decide not to press the issue and answer her instead.

"I need a hate fuck." I explain bluntly, never one to want to beat around the bush.