Your Home Isn't Mine

Before I said anything, Opal' phone rang. He picked up the phone, and his tone became soft. "Odette." It was Odette. No wonder his attitude changed all of a sudden. After a while, Opal hung up the phone. He walked to me. "Do you know what your scandal with Jason is awful?" "I know, but it is fake. I don't care. Moreover, your home is not mine." I stuck out my tongue. "Odette and the others don't like me. I am unhappy at your place." Not to mention Odette, even Opal didn't like me that much. Thanks to the preference from Jacques, I had a good time at this gathering. After that, I got on the Maybach. Carroll, in the back seat, looked at me with a long face. "Done with your coquetry?" Carroll asked. "Coquetry?" I was confused. "I didn't know that you liked musclemen." Carroll sounded unpleasant. I raised my hand and poked the muscles in his chest. "Well, you're right. I do like musclemen." Instantly, the gloom on his face disappeared. "You are smelly. The smell of sweat. Go home and take