My hand absentmindedly palms the bulge in my hands. Why the fuck am I hard for that mess of a girl? She's not my type at all, fucking unruly little thing, and yet my cock has jumped to attention, painfully straining against the fabric of my pants.
I need to get the fuck out of here and figure this shit out. I stumble to the elevator, barely holding back a sneer.
One thing's for fucking sure.
Mercy and her punk boyfriend – whoever the fuck he is – will be living on the streets for all I care.
Because come tomorrow, I'll kick them out myself if I have to.
THE END