#Chapter 89: You Smell Like Neil

“Not you too.” I move to step around him, but Archer is bigger and stronger and refuses to step aside no matter how much I try to wedge my way through. He grips me by the shoulder to keep my still. His fingers bite into my back. “Listen, this is none of your business,” I say. “Like hell it isn’t.” Archer’s voice a growl, like his vocal chords were half-way wolf already. “It isn’t,” I say again firmly. “You bailed on me, if you remember. You have no right to get upset about anything that happens after. Besides, whatever happened today was a one-time thing.” Neil’s more likely to hide from me the rest of his life. It’s fine. I’m fine with that. Give me an orgasm, cum on my torso, and then bail? What’s there to be mad about? Oh, wait. Oh, yeah. Everything. Archer narrows his eyes at me. He isn’t going to let this go. “Can I please go back to my room?” “No.” Archer moves his grip to my arm and then yanks me toward the hallway. Yet instead of turning toward my room, which I suspec