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THE WEEKND - IS THERE SOMEONE ELSE? ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯
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Chapter one
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Sex freak
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Pareunomania.
Compulsive desire to have sex.
It's just the thought of having someone's hands wrapped by your throat, lips on mine, whispering the dirtiest thing in your ears.
Fucking you senseless.Hands tied behind your back, a blindfold covering your eyes while he utterly wrecks you and make you orgasms around him.
That's what I have. Pareunomania
And somehow I'm still a virgin.
I was born into a wealthy household. My father is the CEO of a male pricey clothing company that has made him immensely wealthy. He frequently throws a party for his firm, and I am always required to assist.
You may think since im rich my life is perfect.
Well, you're wrong. My dad is extremely strict and I'm nineteen years old almost twenty and he still controls me.
No going out, no parties, no boyfriends, no friends, no drinking, no smoking.
No sex.
Nothing.
I had been home-schooled my entire childhood, but this year he decided to allow me some independence. I was finally able to attend a private college and make some friends. But I was still not allowed to go out, attend parties, or do anything else.
And I regret that decision.
I never knew how bitchy and fake people could be. Rumours were flying around about me for things I'd never done.
I just didn't understand how socialization worked, so I avoided talking to anyone.
And somehow I became the school's whore.
Strange for a virgin, but I didn't care because I knew the rumours weren't true.
When I stared at others, I was often told that I had that stare when I gaze at them. Especially if they are handsome.
That lust-filled stare.
Maybe because I desired something so desperately that I couldn't have it.
But I used this stare for something different.
I'm a shy person, but when it comes to getting what I want, I flirt like a slut.
I could get good grades easily just by the lust in my eyes and the flirtatious touch I give.
