My Arch Nemesis Failed The Bed
Language: en
I ended up in bed with my arch-nemesis after a drinking contest that went off the rails. When I woke up, my body aching and my dignity bruised, I didn’t cry. I pulled ten hundred-dollar bills from my purse, slapped them onto the nightstand, and scribbled a note: “Sub-par experience. Zero stars. Don't bother with a follow-up—actually, I hope the hardware stays permanently out of commission. Consider this a tip for the effort.” I slept with him, then I gutted his ego. He’d probably want to crawl into a hole and die. The thought gave me a rush of pure, petty adrenaline. Then, I did what any…