Dirty Girl (Going All the Way 2)

Rob, with his tattoos and piercings, and that willowy kind of body, used to turn her on, but now all she could picture was him sticking it into the woman who got around with nearly every guy in town.

“How about you leave and let us finish?” Tally smiled and actually lay back on the bed—the fucking bed Naggie slept in with Rob.

And that was the straw that broke the fucking camel’s back. The red haze that covered her vision filled every inch of her body, and without thinking or holding back any longer, she went into the room, over to Tally, and grabbed that skank by her hair. Tally squeaked out, but the skinny bitch wasn’t any match for the rage that consumed Naggie.

She felt possessed, angrier than she had ever felt before. She hauled Tally off the bed, and the bitch struggled in her grasp. Naggie may have been smaller than her, but she had the strength of ten grown-ass men right now, or at least she felt like she did.

“You bitch!” Tally squealed out, clawed at Naggie’s hand, and then started asking Rob to help her. But Rob was a big pussy and stayed right where he was.

Naggie grabbed off the floor the strips of material that Tally considered clothes and hauled her out of the bedroom, down the hallway, and kicked her trampy ass out of the house.

“You bitch!” she repeated. “Rob isn’t going to stop seeing me.” Tally was scrambling to put her clothes on as she stood on the front porch. “In fact, he’s been fucking me for the last three months.” She grinned, but she looked like the damn Joker, because her red lipstick was smeared across her face. “You remember that night he went out with his buddies?” Tally slipped her shirt over her head, and the thing barely covered her big, fake tits. “Yeah, met him up there, and he jumped right at the opportunity to get laid good and hard.”

Naggie curled her hand into a fist again and without thinking popped Tally right in the side of the head. The bitch fell backward, hit the ground on her bare ass, and instantly blood started to drip down her lip.

“You psychotic—”

“He’s all yours, bitch.” Naggie slammed the door shut and locked it, and then she was storming back in the bedroom. Rob already had his pants on, but she couldn’t even look at him she was so pissed and disgusted.

“Naggie, I’m really sorry.”

“Shut the fuck up.” She turned and grabbed her bag out of the closet.

“Don’t leave. Tally means nothing, absolutely nothing to me. She was just a fuck, and—”

Naggie spun around and narrowed her eyes on Rob until he snapped his mouth closed. “And how in the hell is that supposed to make me feel better?” Before he could respond, she shook her head. “You know what? It doesn’t even fucking matter. I’m done. You cheat on me once, you’ll always do it. Hell, you probably have been screwing a slew of chicks since we’ve been together.”

When he didn’t answer and she saw his throat work as he swallowed, she knew right then that this whole relationship had been a joke.

“Wow, you dirty motherfucker.” She turned and grabbed her clothes hanging up and shoved them in her bag.

“Please, let’s talk.” Rob came up to her and grabbed her arm, but on instinct she turned around and brought her fist across his cheek.

“Don’t touch me. You don’t ever get that right again.” It had felt damn good to hit Tally, but there was even more pleasure in doing it to the man she lived with and had thought she cared about.

“What the fuck, Naggie? What did you expect me to do when you haven’t been giving it up?”

“So now it’s my fault you’re a piece-of-shit boyfriend?” She snorted, turned back around, and finished getting her shit out of the drawers. “I think that is the standard line a POS guy says when caught cheating.”

“Where are you going to go?” There was a bite in Rob’s voice, but no way did he get to be pissed about this.

“Not your concern. You can now bring that slut to the house and fuck her to your heart’s content.” She turned around and stared at him. “Or is the thrill gone now that you’re single?”

“I wanted to tell you but didn’t know how to explain it. I mean, I felt like shit doing it behind your back.”

His pathetic excuse just made her even more pissed, and if she didn’t leave, she was going to do something she might regret later, like crack the lamp over his head. “I don’t have to put up with this shit.” She stared at him, right in the eye so he knew she was dead serious. “I am too good for this bullshit.”