Tied to the devil

Infected

Maia POV

No one has ever made me come before. It was the better than I could've imagined, and we didn't even have sex. That man was fucking amazing.

When Carlos left, I must have already been asleep as I don't remember saying goodbye or thank you for that matter.

I didn't like being weak in front of him when that vile man tried to touch me; I am usually capable of fighting them off myself, but all my strength was gone from dancing last night.

So much happened yesterday; I don't think I can go back to the club after what my boss made me do, he may do it again.

I roll out of bed to check my phone when I see a note placed on top in perfect cursive handwriting.

Have a nice day mi amore

Carlos xx

A small smile grows on my face at the gesture. He sure does know how to treat a woman even if I am a stubborn bitch that won't accept anyone's help. I know I won't see him again; I was probably just a quick fuck to him but that was the best quick fuck ever.

The fact that he didn't get himself off sits in the front of my mind; when you hook up the man always- without fault- pleases himself not the woman. Why was he different with me? What did he get out of it? Maybe I didn't turn him on.

Ugh. I hate having anxiety it makes me overthink everything.

I check my phone to see its 14:23; fuck I overslept a lot. Getting up out of bed I notice a small amount of discomfort between my legs. Thanks a lot Carlos. I guess that was his final parting gift.

After all the situations that happened last night, I've decided I'm going to get another job no matter what it is; I will keep working at the club until I am financially stable enough to quit. And when I quit, I'm going to make it really fucking dramatic because my boss deserves the humiliation.

I take the fourth cold shower this week which is kind off good because it wakes my sleepy ass up, the initial shock of the temperature is the worst though, but I get used to it.

Water encompasses me entirely, taking me away from this reality, I think back to last night; 'come for me' he demands shaking my whole body melting my core. My legs shook uncontrollably after the mind-blowing orgasm, I didn't even think it was possible.

Damn this man has infected my mind.

I throw on a hoodie and Nike pro's, turning my laptop on that takes 10 years to load- piece of crap. I make myself a cup of steaming hot coffee and sit back down on my bed. I fill out 6 job applications all of them different jobs entirely; there was shop employee, barista, dance teacher, librarian, massage therapist and a personal assistant; honestly, I would love to be a dance teacher, but I can't exactly put stripper on my resumé for experience.

Hopefully, my new identity is convincing enough that I can get a job offer seeing as I had to make up 17 years of a fake person's life.

I decide to go on a run to clear my mind of all the thoughts racing around; if my mind was on paper it would look like a 3-year-old child's first painting.

I change into black yoga pants and a long sleeve running top, trying to cover myself up as much as possible. I pin my wavy hair into a messy bun on the top of my head so its not in the way, leaving a few pieces out to shape my face.

Putting in one earphone selecting a sad playlist (I listen to depressing music 24/7 anyway). I can still hear everything going on in my surroundings as I head out of my door and down the stairs. There is a nice park a few blocks away that I will probably do a few laps around until my legs give way. I love pushing myself to the limit.