32. A Night of Pleasure

Sitting on the cold floor of the restroom, I was breathing heavily. Hector lit up a cigarette and asked me if I needed one. I nodded, and he handed me a cigarette.

After taking a few drags, Hector reached for my most intimate parts again. But this time, I pushed him away and stood up, determined to leave.

"This sex shouldn't happen again, Hector," I warned him, my voice shaky. "It's not right."

But as I tried to walk away, my legs gave out from under me and I fell back to the floor.

Hector laughed at me, his eyes filled with amusement. "Looks like you're not going anywhere, Elysia," he said, still chuckling.

"Hector, please," I begged, feeling humiliated and embarrassed. "Just let me go."

"Come on, Elysia," Hector said, his voice softening. "Don't be like that. We're both adults, and we both know what we want. Why can't we just enjoy each other's company without worrying about the consequences?"

I looked at Hector, not sure how to respond. I knew he was right, in a way. We were both