od
at this monster's home. My
main in my mind, pounding my he
somehow, it is no match for th
nursing down my third glass
t keep hearing the same thr
. Pregnant
Married." I keep on r
they tak
ng, barr
al
breath. I shoul
embarrassed me the la
ght... and wh..what
f dignity and
o easy for him to
like
good years
afe place. My last re
cha
s cheating on me with my
ing to
r, tilting my head back and
es, trying to resist the t
ced me, just as
I am n
he was
she didn't mix business with pleasure, perhaps I wo
rs gliding against the puff
thing
e again." I mumble. "It a
left for a business trip.
d he do
nniversary int
I spend hou
celebrate my
his while? I blink rapidly, fig
who lets his mother insult me to my f
ink?" I snap a
angers clinking glasses, laughter, musi
le six," the bartender says, pl
my throat . "I'm back here again. A
ead
the barte
a num
.
able with you?" A deep, velve
lift my head, expecting t
e bart
ur f
hair, tousles in the air. This is a ki
ne swirls throug
is is
odie. He's no diff
rui
through, firm yet smooth and silk. "I've
dry chuckle.
d moves a seat close
drinking tequila like
shoot back. "I saw that miss-s
ybe I'm just tr
it w
with mine. "But it numbs t
the way he spe
just two lost s
ay," he says suddenly. "Right be
g my glass agai
eplaced me with my st
ales s
bad..." He chuckles. "Bu
bitter smile... an
ttention to what he's saying, just admi
and stop at room 135. I don't remember
d to
or open. I walk in first, collapsing on the
ocking the do
ng our breath and staring at the ceiling as if wai
slightly, ste
closer and brushes a str
" He murmurs, and lig
gles beneat
wrong
*
of my alarm drags me
d blink against the light,
en it
sn't m
widen. O
ooks nothin
to see some clothes s
my body with disgus
na
he duvet up to my chest, clutching it like it
through my head, and then, t
e
ma
hall
pressing
ng and falling ab
es, my lips trembling
his name. Our conversation just flowed easily, tw
in my stomach, but deeper
me...he had d
plashing water
ts towards t
in
htens in
ce him. No
the d
I search for my clothes. My hands
e the drawer. Without thinking, I sli
ough for my tran
nd looks behind with my racing pulse, my
ght," I say to the thi
ice speaks behind me
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