Planning under the influence

I got back to my hotel room and slam the door shut.

“That fucking bitch” I screamed.

I poured myself a glass of whiskey and emptied the glass in one go. I poured myself another and sat down at the coffee table. My phone vibrates.

Kyoko: “It was so great to see you again. I had so much fun catching up that I forgot to invite you to my wedding.”

I threw my now empty glass across the room and hit the wall with the loud unmistakable sound of glass breaking.

She was rubbing salt into the wound and didn’t even realize. I wanted this bitch to pay. I felt my brain fill rage and **** as I sat in my chair and contemplated.

“She needs to pay for this humiliation” I said to myself.

My eyes drift to the table and see the notebook.

And that’s when the whiskey started to take effect.

Reaching for the book I skimmed page one again.

I only wanted to fuck her, but now she needs to be mine. I want her to be on her knees and obeying me like a submissive little slut… like Selina…

My thoughts are interrupted by knock at the door.