The Unbroken But Impure

CHAPTER 29 THE SECOND INSTALLMENT

Inside the toilet.....

The cool tiles pressed against Mae's palms as she steadied herself, trying to quiet the storm still raging inside her chest. She could still feel Russell's hardness going in and out of her, insistent, and maddeningly unforgettable. The memory replayed over and over, like a song she couldn't turn off.

She splashed water on her face from the tiny sink, watching the droplets slide down her cheeks in the mirror.

"Stop it, Mae," she whispered to her reflection. "You're not an easy girl. You're not that girl. You can't be that girl. My God! I'm the crowned Miss Bulacan! A beauty queen!"

And yet... she wanted to do again. She can't understand herself. She used to be very reserved but now, she couldn't control her desire. She's itching to do it again with Russell, desperately.

But she had to be careful. She had always told herself she wasn't the type to give in so easily. She had to show him and herself that she was still in control.

With a deep breath, she straightened, smoothed her dress, and stepped out.

Russell was waiting just outside, leaning casually against the wall as if he'd known exactly how long she'd be. His smile was easy, but his eyes... his eyes were full of something heavier. He knows that the drug already affected Mae's reasons.

They walked together toward the far end of the hall, where Jenny and Liza stood chatting with JC and Christian. The two men were grinning in a way that instantly put Mae on alert. Russell's friends didn't need to say a word their looks said enough. JC's raised brows, Christian's half-smirk, the way they both glanced between her and Russell it was all confirmation.

Mae's stomach tightened. He told them.

Jenny and Liza, oblivious to the unspoken exchange, kept laughing about something, but Mae barely heard them. The air felt charged, like the moment before a storm.

Later, the three men offered to take them back to the party venue. Mae climbed into the car, her mind a tangle of confusion and anticipation. Russell followed her, settling into the seat beside her.

When they arrived, the others got out, but Russell lingered by her side.

"I enjoyed what happened earlier. Let's do it again. I promise that I will more gentle this time and I won't break you! Promise!" He said mischievously, his voice low enough for only her to hear.

Mae's pulse skipped. Her desire started to kick in again. She wanted it too, more than she wanted to admit but she wasn't going to let him think she was easy.

So she did the only thing she could: she smiled faintly and said nothing.

When they rejoined the group, Mae told Jenny and Liza she was heading home.

The truth was, she wasn't going home at all. She was going with Russell.

Russell's car waited like an unspoken promise. She called her mother, saying she was going for a walk with her friends and might be home late. The lie slid off her tongue too easily, and for a brief moment, guilt pricked her but it was quickly drowned by the heat between her legs.

JC and Christian had already gone, so it was just her and Russell now. The drive to the hotel was quiet, the silence heavy but not uncomfortable. She just looked outside the car's window to hide her excitement.

Mae's thoughts drifted to the past few months. She used to be careful, cautious to the point of dullness, living within the neat lines she had drawn for herself. Every choice once weighed, every step measured.