Zerina's POV

Please, go faster, I'm cumming….Oh fucking god!! Ohhh!!" I heard all sorts of sounds coming from my boyfriend's room. The eerie calm in his sitting room was all wrong. His car was parked outside and the door to the house wasn't locked. The clothes that were scattered around were wrong too. As I climbed up the stairs, the sound kept getting clearer and more audible.

"Yes, babe. Turn that massive hips and bounce on me. Yes!!"

That wasn't my boyfriend's voice, right? Am I in the right house? My sweating hands held onto the bottle of wine I brought to congratulate him for finally getting to be the CEO of his father's company.

I heard another moan from that same female voice. It was higher and needier. My heart dropped when I reached his room. On the entrance to his room, I saw a sexy lacy red panties. I didn't want to look up, and when I did my tears threatened to fall. There they were enjoying pleasure. The blond bitch was on her knees. She was sucking his cock like she was hungry. Dave, my boyfriend, was shirtless, naked.

“Yes, little slut,” His head was thrown back, his hands were gripping her hair, shoving his cock deep into her throat. He groaned more in pleasure. “You always know how to please me. My pretty sweet, suck me more."

I saw the way his cock enlarged before he came. His cum dripped from the mouth of the blonde girl. She smiled sexily at him, her lips smeared of his cum. She swallowed it and looked up at him, staring deep into his eyes with hot pleasure. “Are you in for more, babe? I will suck you till you lose your breathing."

Dave put her on his lap and inserted his large cock into her clit. The moment his cock entered, she moaned in great pleasure. She rode him like an expert. I heard skin slap against skin.

He raked his hands in his hair and threw his head back again while the bitch kept riding him and whenever his cock came out of her clit she inserted it back again. Her hands were in her clit too to give herself some more pleasure. “Ahhh, Dave. Have I ever told you how much I love your cock? "

Dave laughed sexily, positioning her hips well before he gave her two spanks and she seemed to like it. “My cock is for you alone to fuck. You are a damn dirty slut, you know that, right? Ahhh!!"

" I know and I'm your slut only, honey,” she yelped as his hands went to her breast ,he pinched her nipples so hard. " Ohhhh, please don't stop. Pleaseee, daddy”

Daddy? I didn't believe what my eyes were seeing nor what my ears were hearing. Maybe I must be in a nightmare. I have to wake up from it asap. My hands were sweating so much that the bottle slipped from my grip and crashed to the ground, breaking into pieces like my heart.

I got their attention then.

“Shittt!!!" Dave's eyes widened in shock.

He carried the girl off his body carefully and stood up. He walked towards me naked as fuck. His cock still stood proudly and some wet cum or something was still on it. My eyes didn't leave his cock at all. And the more I stared at it, the more I felt disgusted. It should've stood for me, not for some unknown girl.

My eyes travelled back up to his face and he looked at me with a proud grin.

“Enjoying the view, Zerina,” he asked me without shame. "You want to touch it, feel it?”

I was so speechless that I couldn't even form any words. I thought he would've been on his knees now begging me. He cheated on me for God's sake. Or am I the only one that noticed? My eyes left Dave's face and settled on the blonde girl.

She just smirked at me. Her face looked familiar but I didn't care to remember right now.

With anger, I rushed into the room and grabbed her blonde hair. How dare she try to sleep with my Dave and she had the audacity to put up a face like that in front of me?

“Davee!!! Babe, please help me!! She's such a freak.” She screamed so loud. I didn't care how I looked. I was so pissed off. Her breasts were on the hard and cold ground.

“Don't you know he is my boyfriend, only mine?" I asked, trying to keep the tears from falling, trying to act tough but before I knew it, I was yanked off from her and was flung across the room. My back hurts. The broken bottle that was on the ground pierced my hands. I didn't fully understand what had happened then. How did I end up on the floor with these broken bottles piercing my hands? I looked up and what I saw broke me.

Dave knelt beside the girl, his hands on her hair. He covered her with his robe. The robe I had bought for him as a gift. I bought that robe with the money I've been saving for three solid months. I suffered, working day and nights just to get that robe for him and now, now it was been draped on a fucking girl. I don't curse but this…this was too much for me to bear.

“You've gone so far, Zerina." Dave's voice was filled with anger. Was that tone for me? I did what every woman would have done when you caught your man cheating on you.

“Are you okay, my love?" He asked the girl with so much care. He had never used such a caring voice on me. Not even when I fell sick and came to his house. Not even when my step mother beat me and I came over to his house seeking for his comfort and care. I have never heard such a comforting voice from him.

“How long have you been seeing each other, Dave?" I finally found my voice and this was the only question I could ask. “How long have you been cheating on me? How long has this been happening?"

He didn't answer any of my questions. He just tucked his girlfriend on the bed, put on a black trouser that lay on the floor. “Let's talk outside. She says she's having a headache."

He grabbed my arm forcefully, not caring at all how I staggered to meet his long strides. I was so disgusted. I shrugged hard to get rid of those filthy hands. I recalled how those same hands had touched her nipples, her pussy. He gripped my arms tighter and it hurt so much, tears started to fall off my eyes. When we were out of his house, he freed my arms and breathed heavily.

“Look," he paused a bit and stared off at a distance before his eyes settled back to my face. “I never wanted you to find out about us. I still love you but have you ever heard of the saying ‘No man can go on without inserting his cock in some wet pussy?’"

I gasped at his words. I couldn't believe what he just said. I shook my head so much thinking that maybe I could just wake up from this nightmare. Please let this be a nightmare.

“I needed some pussy to calm my savage bad boy down there. We have been seeing each other since the very day you stupidly refused to give me what I wanted?"

I remembered that day, I came over to his house and he was acting all strange and before I knew it, he became angry at me. I thought then that it might have just been his father was on his neck again. Later, he told me he was feeling horny. First, he made me watch some videos on pornography and some other disgusting stuff I hated to see. He forced me to watch them. After that he made me lie on the couch in the sitting room and made to touch my breast. I pushed his hands away and laughed it off politely telling him I didn't want to do this now. That we should wait till I'm ready. I wasn't ready then nor am I ready now. In anger, he picked up his car keys and left the house in a huff. That was the first time I had seen Dave's other side. Or maybe it wasn't the first. Maybe I had seen some before but just as always I stupidly ignored it.

"I still love you, Zerina. But if you could give me what I want," he came close to my ears. I felt his hot breath against my skin. "I promise I would take you back. You would be mine again.”

Does he think I'm stupid? I only had him in this world. I didn't even tell Father or anyone about him. Not even Bianca, my sister because I knew how much they would want to take him away from me. Father would look for ways to marry Bianca off to him. Wait! That reminds me. That's when realization hit me. I gasped. Oh my God! It can't be. No, please no. Was that Bianca I saw inside? How couldn't I have known? She looked so familiar and that voice…that annoying voice. She wasn't on makeup. Was that why I couldn't recognize my own sister?

Zerina's POV

I turned sharply at him. My eyes narrowed. “I... I thought you really did love me. I thought amongst all the people in my life who hated me and used me and discarded me... I thought you were different from them. But no, you've joined them, conspired with them. Who would have known my sister was whoring herself with you? I— I really— really..." I couldn't say anything any more. The pain and anguish I felt didn't help me at all.

"I did love you, Zee." He said, and paused.

"Did?”

He looked into my eyes and without hesitation he said what I knew he would've said. " Yes, I did. You don't expect me to go around without having sex? I am a man. A billionaire's son at that. I can't actually just have one girl at my side always. Especially a girl who doesn't give me what I want."

My heart broke into a thousand and one pieces. I looked up in the dark sky. It looked like it was mourning with me too. The rain was coming down slowly, on my face. A tear escaped my eyes. I laughed bitterly at how stupid I've been. What did I expect? That a poor lonely girl like me would find true love in a playboy billionaire? I thought I would've been the one to change him. I thought I could prove to people that men can be with one woman only. I guess I've always been stupid just like father says I am, just like everyone says I am. I didn't want to look at his face again, I closed my eyes, shook my head and stepped back.

" Come on, Zee. You're acting childish. If only you allowed me to fuck you, I wouldn't have cheated on you ," Lies. He was lying again with a straight face. "Come to think of it , how many girls your age are still virgins? Why must you be different? It's a normal thing, love. I have all the money to care for you. You don't have to keep living a poor life"

I wasn't shocked at the things he said anymore. I was just shocked at the fact that I loved a monster for almost 3 years of my miserable life. Was he the man I've always cherished, laughed with, smiled with? Oh God! Have I been foolish to have given my heart to him? I didn't want to talk anymore, I didn't want to keep seeing his face.

I took a step back, turned and I ran without looking back. I heard his voice calling me to come back, that I might catch a cold. I still ran. The rain pelted me like it was trying to wash the memory of our times together from my mind. His smiles, his laughter. Fake, all fake.

My tears were no match for the storm but I cried anyway. Each droplet that slid down my cheek could've been rain or sorrow and I stopped trying to tell the difference. The red gown I wore was soaked clinging to my skin, outlining my breasts and tightening around my nipples.

This morning I was so happy for him that he got the CEO position. I didn't tell him I would be coming over. I wanted to surprise him. You know, the stupid romantic kind of thing you do when you're still soft and believing. I stole wine from my dad's small wine parlour at home for us to toast with. I even wore this red gown he once said made him hard the moment he saw me.

But surprise? Ohh, unfortunately, I was the one he surprised.

“Fuck you, Dave." I yelled in the rain, trying to pour out all my pain and anguish into those three words. People watched me, stared at me like I'm a psychiatrist patient that escaped a psychic hospital. I didn't care at the moment. Why was the universe always so unfair to me? Was I evil or did I do anything bad in my past life for my present life to suck so much?

I kept crying and running. My hair plastered on my face. I didn't know where I was going. My legs finally stopped at a club. Its neon lights shone brightly, tempting me. I've never been into a club. And now I know why people came here. They came here to forget all their sorrows, to enjoy life since it's so short and it always finds a way to suck so much.

I must've looked hideous because everyone glanced at me with expressions that told me so. I know my makeup was smeared, my dress clinging to my curves and my heart. My heart felt like it was shattered into jagged pieces that cut every time I breathed. I swallowed all my pain down.

When I walked into the club as people danced around happily, free from the world's troubles. I smiled bitterly. This might just be what I needed. To drink my sorrows away and maybe actually get loose with someone. I need to lose my virginity tonight, to get fucked up senselessly. To feel how sweet they say sex is.

I pushed through the crowd of dancing bodies and went straight to the mini bar that held many glorious alcohols. I know how weird it sounds using the word glorious to describe the alcohols but well, it's a free world. A world that sucks.

The male bartender smirked at me . He had a charming smile. I smiled flirtatiously at him. I learnt how to smile like that thanks to the porn videos Dave made me watch. The bar attendant looked decent enough to get me laid tonight.

"What are you drinking tonight?" He asked me, his voice wasn't that deep but he looked mature.

I smiled at him, before looking around at the bottles of alcohol. I was confused about which to pick. "Anything strong, very strong."

He looked like he understood, like he has dealt with people like me before. "I've got something for you"

Again, I smiled , placing my hands on the table before sitting down. My movements were sexy and hot. He stared at my curves and I swear he was salivating. His eyes travelled to my breast. "Why do I feel like it will be hot?"

"What will be hot?" I asked, looking innocent like I didn't know what he was talking about.

"Oh, I'm talking about the tequilas I will bring to you. Yes, they will be hot and very strong. Hope you can handle it?" He sounded shy and in a normal circumstance he would've been a red flag to me. But this wasn't. normal circumstance, right now I don't care. I kept on flirting with him.

" I know they will be hot," I said, and made sure he noticed my eyes going down to his cock. I felt it enlarge at my gaze."And I know I can handle it"

"I--- I think I forgot to serve some customers," he said to me, pushing a bottle of alcohol and a glass to me before rushing off. Urghhh, some immature guy he was. I took a swing of the bottle ignoring the glass cup he kept on the table. My throat burned, my stomach felt hot. I kept drinking, images of Dave and Bianca sucking him down there—flashed in my eyes. I drank some more, I felt this desperate need to forget everything that happened. The alcohol was so hot and bitter but it kind of helped me feel lightheaded enough to want to look around a bit.

The air around me was thick with alcohol , sweat, and the same feeling I felt —that desperate need to forget. Sadly, I fit right in.

I adjusted myself on the bar stool, my dress hitching high up my thighs. I felt someone's eyes on me. My body burned from his gaze, my nipples hardened beneath my soaked dress. I didn't know what I felt. Was it heat? My thighs ached, that buzzing thrill in my veins. I have never felt any of these before.

I glanced around the club, looking for who made me feel this way. My eyes searched for the bar attendant. I found him in seconds. He was still attending to someone and sometimes he glanced over at me with that shy expression that didn't suit him at all. But it wasn't him that made me feel this way. I turned my head to look behind me, in the shadows sitting there, legs crossed like a king.

My eyes met his and I didn't know how one could get wet just by a glance. My panties were wet instantly. I rubbed my thighs together. Those eyes—cold, dark blue. He looked right at me, my soul, like he owned it and my body too. Like he could ruin me with a whisper. His eyes left my face, his gaze dragged across my body, and stopped, staring hard at my covered pussy like he badly wanted to undress me. His gaze continued to drag across the rest of my body like a touch, unapologetically slow, lingering on my breast, my lips, but his gaze continued going back to the space between my thighs.

My face flushed like a thousand suns. My legs clenched instinctively. I was so wet just from his gaze and why did I feel like he knew I was wet for him.

"I need him," I whispered to myself as my hands gripped the table to steady the wild rush inside me. It would be wonderful if he was the one who took my virginity. I wouldn't regret it if he deflowered me, here and now. With that in mind, I slid off the stool and pushed through the sweating crowd.

"Excuse me. Move." My vision was a little bit fuzzy from the alcohol and I staggered a little bit. I didn't let that discourage me. I was almost to where he sat, the excitement on my face changed when I didn't see him there again. Gone just like that.

"How—," I turned in circles, scanning everybody, every shadow. No one looked like him. Disappointment hit like a slap.That's why alcoholism isn't good. Was I hallucinating? I blamed the alcohol for creating images that weren't really here. Can alcohol create images that make one wet with just a gaze?

I stormed out into the rain again, cursing every stupid beat of my traitorous heart. I turned around again in circles, feeling the rain hit me harder. Then I felt it, that gaze again. Before I could turn to know where the source of that gaze came from, I was slammed to the wall. No wait, a chest. A very hard male chest. I stopped breathing when I saw that suit the man from the club wore. But this time it was partially soaked. I felt a strong hand on my waist holding me firmly. I looked up slowly, my eyes trailing from his suit up to his neck, then his face and his eyes. That's when the air left my lungs. I've never seen eyes so beautiful yet dangerous and cold. They were piercing , staring down at me like they were trying to solve a puzzle hungrily. I blinked my eyes to know if there could be anyone so handsome and yet cold.

His jaw clenched as raindrops slid down the sharp lines of his face. His lips parted just slightly. I wanted it against mine. I became wet at the thought.

He breathed in heavily, like there was something he smelled that affected him so much. His eyes pierced into mine. "You always run into strangers like this?" His voice was so deep.

My pussy became more wet. Something changed in his eyes, something dark filled with desire. I loved that look and maybe that's what gave me the courage to say what I said.

Zerina’s POV

"Only the ones who stare at me like they want to eat me alive," I fired back, defiantly without breathing.

His lips curved into a smirk. "I do want to eat you alive, little one"

"I'm not little," I shot back but my stomach flipped, my thighs tightened and I hated how fast I was unravelling.

I wanted to say something again, but he moved fast. His hands on my waist tightened, the other slid behind my neck. He inhaled my scent which was so surprising to me. But before I could ask him why he did that, his mouth crashed into mine, hot, demanding and possessive. Blood shot up to my brain and I felt so light headed. It was the best kiss I have ever gotten. I gasped and he swallowed the sound. His tongue claimed mine , like he had every right and the worst part? I let him. I kissed him back like I needed it. I wasn't a good kisser. Dave always made sure to tell me and I always tried to ignore the disgust he always had on his face. But here with this stranger, I didn't care and I felt he enjoyed my inexperienced kiss.

His hands slid down my wet ass, squeezing it hard through the thin dress. Who would've thought that your ass being squeezed could be this good and pleasurable? My knees wobbled , it felt jellylike and I felt it would give up soon. But then, he caught me and squeezed my ass more. The pleasure I felt cannot be described. My legs were now wrapped around his waist. I whimpered into his mouth, grinding into him without thinking.

"Fuck," he growled, pulling back just enough to suck my lower lips. "You smell divine, little one."

That was a weird thing to say. I smiled awkwardly at him and decided to flow with his weirdness. "Isn't that weird to say? How do you know what I smell like?" I laughed freely, looking into his eyes again. "And you—you smell like danger"

He leaned close, his eyes were amused. His breath was hot against my ear. "Danger makes you wet, doesn't it?"

My smile and laugh died down. My wet pussy throbbed. How did he know that? I looked at him back with wide eyes. He laughed at my expression. I loved his laughter, low and sexy.

He pressed me more against the wall, and slid my legs down his waist. I stood before him, the rain was still pouring. My dress and hair soaked and plastered to my overheated skin. He raised my head up with his long index finger. My eyes were on his.

I felt his hands sliding up my thighs. My breath hitched . His hands went beneath the hem of my dress, fingertips grazing my panties lace.

He smiled. "Red lace. Very naughty little one."

His hands were in my wet pussy, one fingering grazing over my bud. I gasped, and turned away feeling ashamed to look at him.

"Eyes on me, red" he said.

I didn't want to.

"Obey me."

Slowly, I turned to look at him, at those eyes. Why was I acting this way? So childish like Dave had told me. I wanted more, I wanted this stranger more that anything.

"Take me somewhere," I whispered.

His eyes flashed in surprise but immediately it returned to normal. His hands pulled out of my panties and I didn't like it. "Let's go," he said

But why couldn't I walk? Why did my knees fail me now? He smirked as if he understood my predicament.

"What's wrong, little one?"

He knows what's wrong. He knew I was so wet and weak down there. Wicked bastard.

He laughed again and I swear, I have fallen in love with the sound of his laughter that I want to hear it every day. He carried me bridal style. I tried to refuse a little. "Don't be hard on yourself, red. We both know you can't walk because of... you know? Or would you rather I say it?

"No!!" Maybe I yelled a little bit louder than necessary. I didn't want to hear any shameless words.

"Then stay put, we will be there soon. Don't disobey me"

He took me to his car. It was a sleek, black Bugatti. He shoved the passenger door open and carefully placed me inside. Slowly, his face went down to my pussy. He breathed in as if he was inhaling my scent there too. That would be weird right? I saw how his eyes colour changed . A glint of blue and dark silver. It kept flickering continuously until it turned back to normal—dark blue. It was so fast that I thought I was seeing things. I shifted back a little to give him some space to get in. His eyes never left my pussy and they were very much exposed to his eyes. My panties soaked more under his gaze and he looked like he couldn't bear it anymore. After he closed the door, he forcefully dragged me into his laps. "Straddle me, red"

I looked at him confused, "But.. but I don't know how"

He breathed in again, and I thought that maybe he didn't like that I was inexperienced just like Dave didn't. I straddled him the way I thought I should. We were in the back seat , the leather cooled against my thighs as I rocked his lap. My soaked panties rubbed deliciously with every grind of my hips.

"Fuck, fuck fuck," he groaned and cursed in a raspy voice. I don't know why but that encouraged me to do more. His hands were on my hips, his mouth trailing fire down my neck. I've never felt this hot in my entire life.

"You are soaked for me?" he asked, dragging a finger along the wet crotch of my panties. My breath hitched. I stopped straddling him. I closed my eyes feeling his hot hands on my bare skin.

"Don't stop straddling. You are so ready, so fucking ready."

"Yes," I gasped, arching into him. I couldn't continue my little exercise of straddling him. How could I when his hands were doing those devilish things to me? "I want—"

"What do you want, baby?" He teased me, lips ghosting mine.

"You know what I want. Please give it to me." I begged, my voice was so low and I was surprised at how it sounded.

"No," he said. "I can't give you what you want if I don't know what you want, sexy"

"Please!!!" I begged again.

"Say it, little red"

I shook my head , too ashamed to say it. "I can't... I can't say it. I beg you please,"

His finger stroked me there, I threw my head back. "Ahhhh" I didn't know how sexy I sounded when I moaned until now.

"Tell me now," he stroked me harder, I couldn't bear it any more.

"I want your hands on me, inside me. Your mouth, your cock. Anything to release me from this tension and heat please do it. Please! "

His growl vibrated through me."Now was that so hard."

I don't know how he did it but he tore my panties off and pressed two fingers inside me , slow and deep.

I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders. How is this so good?

"Gods, you are so tight."

"I feel so—ahhh—so good," I moaned, grinding down harder, chasing that rush.

"This is just a little goodness compared to what I will do to you"

He sucked my right nipple through the soaked fabric of my dress, tongue swirling, lips tugging.

"Shit!!" I cursed loudly. I don't curse. I don't fucking curse but now, I couldn't help it. He tore the upper part of my clothes off and I didn't know how he did it. My eyes were still closed. I just heard clothes tearing and figured it was mine.

I was about to open my eyes to see how he tore my clothes when—

"Oh fucking god" I threw my head back when I felt his hot lips on my nipple. He was sucking it slowly and then he was fast and wild. As he sucked my nipples, he still gave my pussy an equal amount of attention. I felt so hot. I felt something hot rush through me. I have never felt this feeling before .

I was spiraling. Was I about to cum? Is that what it is called? I wanted more. His lips on my nipples were so savage, so hot. He had inserted a second finger to my pussy and I was over the moon.

I loved everything he was doing and I didn't want him to stop. My hands were on his head pressing it to my breast, I wanted more. At first, I noticed how he was sweating and I just assumed it was because of the exercise we were performing. But then, he started heaving so much . Slowly, he stopped sucking my breast. I noticed how he felt uncomfortable.

"What's wrong?" I asked, my eyes open. I focused on how he was breathing, sweating. He didn't look at me. He just closed his eyes, inhaled deeply. He threw his head back.

"Hey, hey," I called him, my hands still on his head shaking it slightly. "Look at me"

He looked at me, and that's when I saw his eyes . They were fierce and scary. Something dark flickered in his eyes for a moment. His pupils were silver now. It was so beautiful and yet, so dangerous.

For some reason, I wasn't scared. I patted him slightly on the cheek. "Tell me, what's the problem?"

Suddenly, his skin was scorching. It was so sudden that I gasped in shock. I was frozen in confusion. A second ago, he was just sweating so much even though it wasn't normal as it was still raining heavily and the atmosphere was so cold. Now, his body was blazing with heat and his eyes became so weak that I was consumed with terror.

"Let's get you to the hospital, okay? I can't drive but I think I know a little about driving. You must be having a fever and the sooner you start treatment the better."

I touched him again, pouring all my concerns into that single touch. I wanted him to feel better and maybe that's what made me kiss his forehead.

His eyes widened in shock. I don't know why maybe because i kissed him which I don't know why I did. I just felt this urge to do so. Or maybe because I said I will drive. Is he scared that I might crash his expensive Bugatti or end his life?

"No, no. I promise I'm a good driver. I'm not that bad. I promise"

He shoved me off his laps, so hard. My breast bounced and his eyes went there for some seconds. His eyes filled with desire but there was something else. Pain. I saw how his veins bulged out. His skin was red.

I touched his head again and shit, my back of my hand burned. "Ouch!!"

His body radiated an unbearable heat, leaving me shaken and disoriented. 'Put yourself together, Zerina. Don't go blank this minute.'

"Hey let me take you to the hospital."

"Get out," he roared with difficulty.

"What? You need help. I can't leave you in this condition. There's no one here to take care of you. I might not give you much but I won't leave you here alone, stranger."

"Fuck, just go!!" his eyes blazed in anger and there was something that shifted there that was supposed to feel me with terror.

I glared at him back. "I said I'm not leaving "

He didn't say anything. He just got down from the car.

"You shouldn't be out in the cold in your condition!!" My words were shut out as he banged the door. I tried to fix my clothes in a way that will look decent enough to go out. I tucked my boobs back in my dress and tied little straps of the dress together.

The door behind me opened harshly. I turned back to see who it was. I was dragged out of the car and into the rain. What the....?

I was so confused and didn't understand what was happening. The stranger got into his car and zoomed off. Did he just leave me out here?

My brain was still trying to process what happened and nothing made sense.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I yelled back as the car sped off. I stared hard at it until it was out of sight. A drop of tear escaped my eyes. I sat hopelessly on a pavement . My eyes still staring ahead, at where the car was a minute ago. Sadness washed over me again.

"Today was a fucking joke," I cried harder now. I wanted to forget Dave . I wanted to have the wildest night of my life. Mission achieved , but I didn't feel any better. I felt like I was used and dumbed. My pride burned.

The rain poured as I walked home, barefooted, dress torn and without panties. My nipples were hard from the cold and humiliation.

Did he use me? Or he didn't want me to take care of him?

Did he get tired of me or maybe I was an amateur when it came to having sex? Didn't he like it? He still would've given me an explanation? Why did he look at me like that and leave me out here in the storm? No Jacket. Nothing.

I held my soaked shoes in my hands as I walked home in shame .

I wrapped my hands around myself and laughed. Bitter and broken.