𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭

𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝑵𝒐 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒉𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒓𝒚, 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒚, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈
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Another part of my story..

Here we finally got home, Netherlands..

I couldn't wait to see my family, he brought the victory with him, all his family was waiting for him inpatiently.

We both couldn't wait to see our families..

It was months after our fight in the hotel, and everything is okay with us now. He is in a good mood, trying to make it up for me since then.

" If you wanna go to your family first, it's okay with me.. " he smiled at me.

" For real? " I was surprised.

" Of course " he said and smiled, I couldn't resist his cuteness anymore. I leaned to kiss him, and he kissed me back..

So, as he said we went to see my family first. They welcomed us with open arms.

We spent the night at my house. We slept in my old room.. It's's been forever since I slept there.

" I guess it's a good thing, the bed is so narrow.. " he winked at me.

" Stop! " I blushed.

" I want you.. " he rushed to kiss me, but I hesitated in the kiss..

" What! Don't you want me too " he flipped over me.

" Frenkie! Stop! Not here, they will hear us! " I complained.

" Not if you kept quiet, I forgot it's so hard for you to be quiet " he gave me that pervert smile.

" Okay! Okay! Just don't make noise.. " I laughed quietly.

He took his T-shirt off and started kissing me.. but he was a little bit harsh..

I decided to turn a blind eye, but he went too far.

He started squeezing on my skin with his fingers leaving marks behind him.. I thought he was just so turned on.." naive"..

I was hurting, but I didn't say anything. I played the role.

He went too far even in the intercourse! He was doing it so fast and so hard. He kept on squeezing on my neck and shoulders.

" Frenkie, hey.. slow down " I said and my voice was full of reject of what he was doing.

" Shhh please I'm so close " he said as he kept on doing it faster and I couldn't take it anymore.

" I said stop!! " I don't know how I did it, but I pushed him off me.

He looked at me with that surprised look. He blamed me in anger. I could see that in his eyes..

I realized that I cut him off in the middle, he didn't came..

" Oh my god I'm so sorry!! " I said trying to reach his shoulders, but he pulled away. He grabbed his boxers and wore it.

Somehow I felt like it's my fault! And that is the definition ofmanipulation itself!

But like I said I was naive and foolish. So, I kept on thinking that it was really my fault, somehow he pinned it on me!

" Frenkie! " I took the bed sheets with me to cover my body, as I followed him. But he had left the room already.

I sat down on the bed, putting my head between my hands, I couldn't think..

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