Being A Man

"I am sorry," Florian said, his voice low. "The brothel is the other way."

Damien gave a drunk laugh. "For real? My bad. I thought this was the brothel cause I saw a slut right behind you."

I felt Floriam stiffen. "Could you say that again to my hearing?"

My brows furrowed. I was almost sure Florian had heard it. I mean, I did, too, so there was no way he couldn't have heard it.

Damien walked to Florian, his eyes looking up to Florian, who was much taller. "I said, I thought that this was the fucking brothel, since I can see a stupid slut right behind you."

The words had barely left Damien's lips when Florian landed a deafening slap on his right cheek, forcing to the floor. I flinched as the sheer force and the sound of the slap, my eyes widening.

Damien was now on the floor, blood trickling from his forehead where he had hit the floor, and the edge of his lips from the slap.

"If you weren't too busy burying your head in so many pussies instead of focusing on being a man, you could