12 Inches (Size Matters 1)

Seriously, I've heard of women playing it up and pretending that a guy's cock is really big to inflate his male ego, but she actually seems like she's missing his cock.

Could she think his cock is big?

I mean, she's anorexic skinny and come to think of it, that's the only kind of woman Grady could probably satisfy at this stage in his life.

Yeah, I think this relationship is pretty much over at this point. I mean, it was nice while it lasted, I guess.

But I never expected that I was going to spend forever with him. God knows I didn't love him.

So, whatever, you know?

But Grady doesn't know that. I mean, he could be a little bit more dignified about it. Because all he's doing now is hopping from one foot to the next.

I look at him with curiosity.

"Abby!" he yells, and I see Alyssa turn around, her mouth turned into a perfect O.

Yes, I'm still a big name author in the publishing world. I may not have had many successes lately, but people still know who I am.

"So this is why you're not answering your phone, Grady?" I ask, putting one hand to my hip. "Because you're too busy with a new client?"

"It's not like that, babe," Grady tells me, running over to me.

I back off slightly. His cock is swinging. But it's not even like a big swinging dick. It's a little tiny sausage link that's waving its tail like a little Dachshund.

I make a face and Grady steps back.

"I thought you were writing, too!" he yells at me. "What're you doing here?"

I look at him with a mix of confusion and absolutely fucking puzzlement.

"So because you thought I was off writing, you thought it's okay to fuck another author?" I ask him, my voice rising. "And her?"

I'm pointing at Alyssa. Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against models and authors. But seriously, Alyssa Moore?

She never writes anything. She just puts her face on the cover in a skimpy bra and gets author credits.

I don't know if I'm more upset that he was fucking another woman or he was fucking her.

"Alyssa and I have been talking for a while, babe," Grady says, trying to explain it to me. "I'm sorry."

"No, Grady," I tell him coldly. "I'm the one that's sorry."

And then, the fateful words. "Consider this visit my termination visit for any arrangements with Bad Boy Publishing."

I turn around. Really, that's all I really need to do here. Very simple. Very civilized way of saying fuck off.

"Abby, you can't fucking leave," Grady says, his voice reaching ever higher octaves.

I turn around to look at him.

Don't get me mad, Grady. Please don't go there.

"We had a deal," he tells me. I look at him to see if he's really being serious.

He's not joking.

"You can't back out now," he says to me.