Rough Fuck By A Cleaner Who Was Made Fun Of -

He stepped back, picked up his mop, and pushed the bucket out the door.

Kendra’s smirk faltered. “Jesus, relax. It was a joke.” Rough Fuck By A Cleaner Who Was Made Fun Of

Then he did the rough thing. Not with his fists. With his silence. He grabbed her pricey ergonomic chair, spun her to face him, and unclipped her work badge from her blazer. He pinned it to his own gray uniform shirt. For a moment, he wore her name. He stepped back, picked up his mop, and

Her name was Kendra. She’d tossed a wadded-up sticky note at his head last Tuesday. “Oops, thought you were the trash can.” The whole bullpen had howled. It was a joke

Her face went pale.

Marco walked around her desk. She didn’t stand up. He leaned in until his breath fogged her monitor. “I’ve cleaned your spills. Found your hair in the sink. Saw the draft of your resignation letter last month—the one you chickened out on sending.”