A Million-Dollar Strange Deal (UNEDITED VERSION)

Chapter 15: Cutting Loose...

"Everyone has a turning point, stress point, breaking point and that's when they want to get cutting loose." - Author

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Georgina Ricci's POV

             MARCO WAS never a possessive man, as far as rumors go. Women to him were not a possession, they were just his plaything, their only job is to fulfill his sexual desires. To him, women were only a sexual gratification, nothing more.

What is he up to?

He's suddenly acting over possessive and I hate it. That dinner was a disaster. My friends had seen it and I don't like what are they going to think of me. That I was like a sex plaything puppet?

FUCK HIM AND HIS, God, his sweet cock. I hate my body for betraying me always. Just the thought of his thick cock inside of me makes my underwear wet.

Urgh.. I grunted and dive on my bed as I let the tears cascaded down my cheeks, that I've been holding. And now, he's going to see that Carina. And they are going to have sex.

"That man-whore! Can't he stick into just one "hole?" Oh, I hate this kind of men!" I mumbled inaudibly, gritting my teeth in frustrations and hatred, jealous and disappointed.

Why do I feel so jealous?

I don't care if he goes to his mistresses. I comforted myself trying to ignore the jealousy I've felt, but it only made it worse. I felt my heart broken and being rip apart.

I hate him! I grunted loudly as I punch the bed, venting all my frustrations and disappointments at the moment.

Why do I have to follow his orders? We are not a couple! I'm just his heir-bearer. That's just my purpose here. After he's done with me, I'm gone- forever.

The thought of leaving Marco with our child make my heart breaks. I turned on my back and stared into space. The tears kept pouring as I felt beaten and empty.

I had to do something to stop this feeling. I can't fall for him. Where is the old Georgina?

I had to rethink of this situation. From now on, I'm not his puppet and will not do everything that he please or follow his orders. He has to learn that not all women, he can wrap it around his hand and he can do anything he wants.

I'M NOT HIS! Nobody controls me, I'm not a puppet. I'm free ... nobody owns me.

With that, I wipe the tears from my eyes and decided to take a shower and sleep. Tomorrow, I will do what I want and he'll get all crazy for all I care.

               I WOKE up with a headache. I didn't sleep much last night because I can't get him out of my head, and my body was craving for him.

I craned my neck to check at the time and it's just seven in the morning. I lazily drag myself out of the bed since my bladder felt like it's going to explode soon. I scrambled to the washroom and hastily pulled my underwear and I cringed when I saw the patches of white juices dried in my underwear, after thinking of that bastard. I sat on the toilet and ignore the embarrassment I felt.

I was glad he didn't bother to come to my room and sneak in, or I will be shamelessly giving myself too easily- again. I need time to toughen up. And I'm hoping he won't show up today. I don't want to see him. I had to start avoiding him.

After I drained my bladder, I pulled up my underwear and decided to wash my face and brush my teeth, before going to find my new friends.

To hell with his orders.