Lillian POV
I felt Michael's hard push on my chest, which sent me far away from him. “We can't do this, Lillian. I can't. I'm sorry. Good night,” he uttered hurriedly, walking away and leaving me alone in the kitchen.
Tears gathered in my eyes as I felt slightly downcast and rejected. I felt unwanted, and I didn't know why it was hurting, but It was hurting so much.
I grabbed my shorts and wore them back on. I was so horny and I just wanted him to satisfy me like he knows how to. Was that request too hard for him?
It was obvious his time with Mom made him change and forget a lot about me. I charged towards him, walking behind him as he moved hastily to his room but I halted when I got to the hallway and realized that he wasn't entering his room.
Rather, he was going to the guest room
