Beautiful temptation |18+

ELEVEN

SABRINA

I can't believe that I let this happen.

I can't believe I let him into my bed, inside me. And worst of all, I can't believe I enjoyed it.

But the more I beat myself up for it, the more I had to remind myself that he didn't give me a chance to fight back.

I hate him.

I sigh, knowing that only a part of that was true.

My eyes glare at the empty bed space next to me that once held William. By the time I woke up, he was gone, leaving a warm sheet in his place.

Of course, he would just fuck me and sneak off without another word.

So much for the aftercare.

I groan, sitting up on my bed, running my hand through my hair. My thoughts went back to how he held me last night, his hand on my hair, and I removed my hand from my hair, squeezing my eyes shut to remove the memory from my head.

I really don't need a reminder.

I opened my eyes and scanned the empty room, his clothes, or anything that would portray the fact that he was here-none existent. I almost believed that it was all a fucked-up dream, if it weren't for the throbbing pain between my legs.

And the dark rose that is currently sitting on top of my dresser.

I slowly got up from my bed, letting out a whine as a sharp pain shot up from my pussy.

I curse him out in my head.

I made my way to the dresser, actively ignoring the sourness. I pick up the rose, taking my time to study it.

I've never seen a dark rose before in my life, but at least I know that it's not a natural thing that grows out of the soil. It made me wonder if he was growing it in his backyard or if he was ordering it.

It was none of my business, but it did make me curious.

I stared at the rose for a few minutes before gripping it into my fist, watching the petal pieces in my hand before letting it fall from my hand and drop to the floor.

Fuck him if he thinks that a single stupid rose will make the thing he did forgiveable.

I finally noticed the note sitting next to where the rose was resting.

I pick it up, taking it to read the message.

I expect to see you at work by Monday. Be a good girl, and don't be late.

This son of a bitch.

I gritted my teeth, tearing up the note swiftly. This bastard thinks that he can fucking dictate what I do with my life because I let him hit twice. Well, he isn't my father, nor is he my boyfriend.

I will do whatever the fuck I want to, whenever the fuck I want.

I'm fucking Sabrina Washburn, and I answer to no fucking man.