Entitled

Amy lounges at home in nothing but a tank when some prick drops off the lawsuit. She storms straight to Carmichael’s mansion, barging in with papers flying. He barely looks up from his drink before he lays out the real reason: she embarrassed his precious reputation by telling him no in front of everybody at his party. Guy’s so rich he thinks owning people is normal. She loses it, shouting, veins popping, but that just makes him smirk harder. When she finally asks how to kill the lawsuit, his eyes get shiny and greedy. “Easy,” he says. “Let me fuck you and we call it even.” The line sits in the air like smoke while he waits for her reaction, already hard at the idea of turning a tantrum into a quick nut.