False Idols

He looks over to Wright as his smile loses shape and twists itself into a maniacal grin. “It’s not that I won’t, it’s that I don’t want to, for you are not worthy to ride by my side, and quite simply,” he hisses through clenched teeth as he turns back to Samantha. “I don’t like you.”

She laughs loudly and crosses her arm across her heaving breasts as her lips curl. “First you want to fuck me, then you want to recruit me, and now you want me to go away,” she says as she thumps the desk powerfully again.