That guy?" Ghost growled in your ear as he watched your date at the bar. "You can't be serious."

"You dumped me, remember?" You snapped back.

Ghost scoffed, "I know that-"

"What I do is no longer your business-"

"He doesn't know you the way I know you." Ghost hissed in your ear. "I bet he doesn't even know that you actually hate red roses because everyone buys them," He gestured to the single rose on the table your date brought. "And I bet he also doesn't know," He moved closer, "That when your about to cum, really cum, your legs start that little tremble. And I bet he doesn't know that because he's never been able to make you cum, huh sweetheart?" He moves your hair off your shoulder, exposing your ear, "I know that. I also know that you whimper when it's about to happen."