"I hate you." My voice cracks as I tell him.
His feet stop at the door.
I clutch the bedsheet tightly around my chest as he turns around with an emotionless face.
"Then there will be a lot of hate fucking between us." A smirk curve his lips as his g...
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What the fuck is this shit?
I jolt up in my bed with a siren buzzing beside my head.
It's the innovation of Apple watch which can sound as annoying as a dying truck.
I slap shut the alarm and sleep back under my cosy blanket, but suddenly my ass tingles as if it remembers the heavy spanking of his gorilla hands.
I sit up, naked under the sheets with a bit of sweet soreness humming in my bones from last night. I throw the blanket away and get in for a hot shower.
I shampoo my hair and as usual, I use all the Dior products on the shelf. My palm wipes the steam off the glass and I look into the shameless eyes staring back at me.
"You stupid bitch!" I bark at my reflection.
"What the fuck was that, 'Dakota please.. make me come.. fuck me.' You headless dildo! Why did you beg him like you never came in your life?" I yell at myself.
I can't believe I sold my dignity for one mindblowing orgasm.
"And then why on the earth did you ask him to sleep with you in the same bed he fucked you. YOU STUPID GIRL!" I burst out in frustration.
No amount of aggression can cover up the humiliation I brought to my land by begging that cruel king for some astral travel.
"So listen here, missy." I say to my reflection.
"This guy may have abs of steel and eyes the could make even Sahara wet, but don't let him fool you with his hot and cold behaviour. No matter how high-tech he seems, he has emotional intelligence of a brick wall. So stop expecting flowers and chocolates from him just because he calls you 'baby' in his deep fucking voice."
Oh, god!
Oh, my god!
I slide down to the flooring tiles of the shower as my mind suddenly plays the memory of him calling me baby while he made me cum.
That orgasm felt like someone opened the gates of a dam, which was close since many years. And it flooded out so hard, so fast and so passionately that all the dried veins in my body suddenly flourished with ecstasy.
Oh, no!
This is so bad!
I stand up and wipe the steam off the glass so I can talk to my reflection again. "Self, listen up."
I lean in closer to the glass with determination as I examine my face. "You are dead. You feel nothing from inside. You are a dead, strong, and independent woman."
I narrow my gaze and warn my reflection, "You won't take a shit from a guy, especially not the one who treats you like a third-class citizen. Got it?"
