Extra Chapter 2

-I'm fucking coming. - I yell at whoever's

ringing my fucking doorbell. -Give me a second.

I drop the paintbrush, which I've been using to paint the dining room, into the sink and turn on the faucet to try to get the paint off.

dining room, into the sink and turn on the faucet to try to get the white paint off my hands.

white paint off my hands. When I'm sure I won't leave

a trace of paint on my brand new house, I hurry to the front door.

front door. Three feet from the door, I stumble over a box and stub my toe.

my toe. - Son of a bitch - and a string of expletives that would make a sea

would make a sailor blush come from my lips.

I grab the doorknob and yank the door open, ready to mow down whoever it is.

to mow down whoever decided to drop by unexpectedly.

unexpectedly. My words die on my tongue as my fucking cock

turns to stone. Holy shit on a cracker. My unexpected

unexpected is fucking spectacular. It's as if the universe

has decided to drop the perfect morsel righ