Kinky (BWWM)

Chapter 32

The fairytale had ended, and I was greeted at home by Mia's joyful tears and bone-crushing hug.

"Oh my god, you're okay. I was so worried about you. You just disappeared on me that night. I literally went into panic mode. No one knew where you were. You just disappeared. I went home, and you weren't there. I was so worried. I couldn't report you missing because it was too early and you're adult."

I took a deep breath. "I'm okay." 

Physically at least.

She pulled me out of the hug and looked at me. "Did he hurt you?" she paused and looked down at my body. "Did he touch you?"

I shook my head. "No, not in the way you think. I'm okay, really." She was about to open her mouth to say something else, but I quickly spoke. "I just need some sleep." 

I loved Mia to death, but I didn't want her to know what happened with Bradley Mefford and me.  At least not yet. Not when his kisses and touches were still fresh in my mind. Not when I was still embarrassed about sleeping with my captor. Especially not when I think I might have fallen for him.

Mia nodded her head, "Okay, honey." She gave another hug. "Glad to have you home. Get some rest."

I smiled at her. "Thanks, Mia." 

I turned and walked to my room.

It felt strange to be home. To walk through the apartment to my room and have the familiar scents wash over me. It didn't feel the same as it did a week ago.  I didn't feel the same as I did a week ago.

You were a virgin a week ago. 

I sighed. 

 I dropped my purse on the bed and sank into the chair beside my phone. I lifted my phone from the table and pressed the power button. I was a bit surprised to see it fully charged. I guess Mia made sure of that. There were a few missed calls from my parents and some from my cousin.

Sighing, I placed the phone back on the table. I'll get back to those when my mind is clear. 

I dropped my head into my hands and told myself I was not going to cry. I'm not going to cry over a guy I only knew for a minute.

It was crazy.  

The silly hope I'd harboured that Bradley might plead to continue our affair vanished completely.

What had changed? Why had he gone from urging me to bed to kicking me out of his car as quickly as possible?

I searched for an explanation. What had happened to the man I shared so much with the night before? Had I said something, done something to embarrass him? 

 What had changed?

Mia's threat?

I frowned. Could that be the cause of the change in his whole demeanour?

No, I highly doubt it. 

Of course not. He realized this was the end of the affair; why act like it mattered to him? There was nothing left to say.  We were worlds and leagues apart, and clearly, he just wanted to satisfy himself during the time lost.

A wave of humiliation washed through me as I thought of the past week. I gave him my body freely without hesitation. I let him kiss and touch me, something I avoided for years with the men I dated. He was different, or I thought so.

Just because I'd seen the hunger for me in his eyes didn't mean he liked me. A man could want a woman on a purely physical level.

The idea that Bradley didn't really like me —probably never did, when it came right down to it—made me feel pain as never before. I have an attractive body and a beautiful face, he said so himself—that's where his interest had laid. I was wrong to think that a guy like him could possibly want a girl like me for any other reason than sex.