&& @mistahhjoker || continued
To say she was shocked as she saw the view in front of her would be an understatement. The blonde stopped in her tracks, wide baby blue eyes gazing at her man and then at the woman who laid on the bed ( on their bed ) with her legs spread wide, moaning as the Joker used her harlot body. Harley tilted her head to the side, gazing at the brunette before a smirk apepared on her lips.
A smirk to hide her tears.
“You could have at least picked someone prettier than me, sweetie.” The young woman commented with a shake of her head before grabbing her gun. Two shots rang out in the silence of the night and the other woman clutched at her bleeding thigh, the other shot a warning that pierced the pillow by her head. With that Harley sent the couple a sickeningly sweet smile and turned on her heel.
The message clear.
Get the fuck out of my house.
But there were tears that blurred her eyes as she walked away from the room. On their bed. He just had to bring some whore back home. Harley wiped off the tears that escaped, sending Frost a grateful smile as the man handed her a hand kerchief. She then walked to the garage and grabbed the keys to the purple Lambo, getting into the car with a smirk on her lips as she drove out of the garage, tires screeching and music playing loudly.
It was time to have some fun.