I paid a virgin

Chapter 48

Chapter 48

Three years later

(Trench)

The shock that ooze from my body nearly made me crush my car against a hammer car right in front of me. Few years since she deactivated her social network site the last time we saw each other, now that she activated it again, I thought of checking how she is - was a good idea. Only to find out she had already a kid, and she is turning four now.

I thought I'm over her, but knowing she moved on easily devastated me. My knuckles were white as sheet while it grip tightly the steering wheel. I want to punch something or someone. God damn it to hell. Why? Why did I ever check something that needed to be left behind in the past where it belong. All the pain I thought I bottled up resurfaced with a vengeance. Hundred time worse than the day she crush my heart.

She, the reason that made me so depress. The reason why I can't see other desperate girls begging for my attention. The reason why I wonder if I ever be happy again. The reason why I am always sexually frustrated. Through out the years I tried seeking pleasure from different women, but not one of them gave me the satisfaction I felt from her. She, the reason why I felt such a shit whenever I let girls touched me. I thought they will relived or satiate my hormones, but in the end none succeeded. Every girl I had been for the last years had their orgasm while me in the other hand was left questioning what just happened.  I felt none. Even their kisses didn't ignite the thrill like she had done. None at all.

And now I found out how easily she replace me. Have kid with the guy. I need to find the mysterious guy. I just need to. 

But then what? Kill him?

The thought almost gave me a frenzy. Isn't it the answer to this headache and pain I'm feeling right now? I wonder how she will react. Is she going to bleed in pain like I felt all this time. She took away all my happiness. Heck she took away my pleasure,  I'll blame her for that. She took away my capabilities to feel a certain likeness to girls. How many girls I had been in bed or dated? My fingers and toes couldn't even hold the number. Let's try the highest number in a bingo card and add maybe twenty girls. Yeah that's how many sluts I let caress my body. But all of them failed to stir an emotion inside me, even a bit. None. Not unless you count absolute disgust, and yeah we are in agreement. I felt violated for the majority parts of it.

The only time I felt pleasure was whenever I watched the sex video we have ages ago with my palm satisfying my need.

See how she greatly deprive me on the things I wanted. Love. She crushed it. Happiness. She took it. Sex. Hell girls told me I have erectile dysfunction whenever they couldn't keep my manhood up. Insulting gold diggers, I threw them out of my apartment after that regardless if they are properly dress or not. I just don't fucking care.

I don't fucking care. 

That's right I need not to care.

How then?

She said she just used me to make sure Charles can be guaranteed a scholarship which he fucking got. She used me so that her stepmom's cupcake shop can have their devoted costumers back in their turf. Said, she used me for her own personal gain, physical, emotional and even financial. She used me like I tool like she thinks I did with that I paid a virgin game I was in.

Her vengeance,  that's what she said.

Revenge. 

Why can't I do that to her too?

The thought of revenge made my eyes glint in cruelty. 

Yeah I think that's the only way to release this frustration fueling me. It's time to give her a dose of her medicine. I know it's been a long time since she destroyed me, but better late than never. 

I'm going to make you pay dearly Summer Welsh.

She won't see what's coming to her when I return home.