Angry Pants and the Sex Addict

I trudge up the stairs. My entire body aches. All I wanted was my bed.

As I turn the bend to my room I notice my door is open. There's noise coming from inside. Please don't be what I think it is.

Looking inside I see Matt fucking some broad on my bed. Oh hell no! That's it I'm done.

"Get the fuck out of my room!" I bellow at the top of my lungs.

The woman's head snaps to me. Her eyes wooden in shock. She whips back to meet Matt's face.

"I thought this was your room?" Sure questions.

Matt simply shrugs his shoulders. I walk over to the bed. My foot taps impatiently.

"Get the hell out." I tell them.

"Calm down Mr. Angry Pants." Matt chuckles.

"I'd rather be Mr. angry pants then Mr. Sex Addict cause at least that way my cock won't fall off." I yell in his face.

Matt gets off my bed. He comes right in front of me. Matt stands so close his chest touches mine.

He shoots a quick glance to her. She gets up. Collecting her clothes she races out of my room.

I shove Matt away from me. All I wanted was to punch him in the face. I'm about five seconds away from doing it.

"B..." Matt says.

"No. No nothing. This is my fucking room." I holler.

Who the hell did he think he is? He had no right bringing his slut into my room. He didn't even have any right to be here himself!

"Brian I'm..." He starts.

"You're what?" I question at my wits end.

I swear if he said something stupid my fist was meeting his jaw. No hesitation. I would feel any remorse either.

After all he was the one who violated my room. Matt was the one who had disrespected me. As far as I'm concerned he deserved that punch and so much more.

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