Hate Fuck

His laughter burns a hole through my chest and my hatred for him radiates off my skin. My fingers clench, the tips rub against the sweat of my palms. My entire body is damp with contempt. In the corner of the club he sits at the end of one of the VIP booths with one arm…

You Know Your Name

“We should go, babe,” I mumble heading to the bar’s door. Tonight’s date and I have known each other for over ten years. He is the only one I have ever referred to by his given name instead of some humorous term. We love and hate each other equally which often leads to the best…