Chapter 47:  You're a Real Bastard

"Right here, both times..."

Prisley's smile was eerie, and Heather froze, feeling a chill down his spine. He withdrew from her body.

"What are you doing!" He sat up angrily, throwing on his robe.

"Nothing, some memories suddenly popped up, I couldn't control it." She gave a faint smile, then resumed her calm demeanor.

Prisley lay on the bed, staring blankly at the chandelier on the ceiling, devoid of any liveliness.

Heather stepped into the bathroom. Water flowed over his head, cooling his furious mind for a moment.

As the anger slowly subsided, he suddenly felt the urge to slap and curse himself. Prisley had gone through so much hardship, and he hadn't been there to help, only seeking his own pleasure from her.

He took her from Spencer, made her cry her heart out, and didn't give her any comfort. Instead, he demanded her to go to the bathroom when they got back.

"Heather, you're such a fucking asshole!" he said to himself.

When Heather came out of the bathroom, Prisley was still in t