Chapter 22

• I sat on my bed, mopping and wallowing like a dog who had just lost his balls. “They weren’t talking about me right?” I asked myself but with no answer. The little subconscious voice that I was trying so hard to ignore letting me know that it indeed I whom they were talking about. Was that how low and little they thought of me?
• A knock brought me out of my thoughts, and before I could say anything, he graced my presence. Plastering a smile on my face, I welcomed him waiting for him to utter what had brought him here. Instead, what I got was a kiss, a lengthy mouth to mouth French kiss. His earlier conversation invaded my mouth, my earlier repulsion for both him and I, for allowing him to do these kinds of things, resulting me into trying to push him away. However, like usual, he did not budge. The more I pushed, the more he pulled me back to him, slowly making me forget my earlier resilience. I mean at least I tried.
• After what felt like an hour, he finally pulled back letting me breath. “I will be out for the day,” he spoke, deeply gazing into my dark eyes, “But when I come back, I want to find you ready for me, okay? I want you lying there wet for me. Okay, baby?” He demanded, his eyes entrancing me in a hallucination. All I could do was nod a yeah, before he was satisfied with my answer and left to whatever he was off to.