In that silent room, the only sound heard was his tapping of my shoe and my heavy breathing. My hands were still on my chest, I was scared because I had already taken a nap and wearing my nightsuit. I was so exhausted that I thought I was still dreaming and his image in front of me was an illusion or the bubble of my dream that would burst at any moment but no. He was really in front of me, not in front he was close to me. I held my heart and decided not to bend.
He must be a f*****g womanizer who has done the doctorate in turning on those women but he had not met an ass hole like me.
His hands slowly moved through my hair and then down my neck. His fingers slid down my skin softly and I could not help but press my lips.
"If you think your tactics will make me forget what you did the
