"Hey, what the hell are ya doin'?" Grayson nearly yelled out, after Ryan pushed him away from Carly.
"I'm sorry, but you can't have sex with her," Ryan explained. "She's meant for someone else."
"And what the hell does that mean?" Grayson asked. "She's my slut. I can use her any way I want."
Carly smiled, hearing him calling her a slut. She loved it when Grayson talked about her like that. But like Grayson, she too was mad that Ryan had stopped them from fucking. After all, who did Ryan think he was?
"Not this time," Ryan said.
Grayson stood up and got up into Ryan's face. "You don't want me fucking my slut? You'll have to make me stop."
Ryan sighed. "As you wish, father."
