Beautiful Losers - Chapter 25

My clothes were still packed haphazardly in my bags. I had to rummage through stuff, and eventually gave up and settled on an identical pair of black combat trousers and a badly creased t-shirt. My hand shook as I put on my eyeliner. I had to wipe it off and start again.

On the third try, Sebastian strolled into the bathroom looking pleased with himself. I glared at him in the mirror.

"You're not in my good books," I mumbled, steadying my hand against the counter and closing one lid.

He stepped behind me, snugged himself against my ass and slid his hands up the front of my t-shirt. The nice neat black line was no more. It trailed jaggedly over my temple.

"Oh, FUCK! Sebastian!"

"Mm... yes please. Don't be mad at me Shirakins," he said in a mock whimper. "This way, everyone who is involved gets to see what it looks like before it runs live. And you do look good with your make-up fucked up like that. Quickie?" He punctuated the word with a thrust.

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