Fuck you

Mia would be the worst liar on Earth if she said that she did not want Adrian. She did not know when she came to this conclusion but last night, after he left her hanging, she could not fall asleep. For the fist time in her life since she understood what sex was, she has slipped her hand through her folds to dip her finger into her vigina and satisfy herself. Even after reaching the heights of pleasure over and over again, she did not feel satisfied.

She kept recalling how he had felt inside her the day she was drugged. How he handled her body and brought her pleasure and then how he had taken her inside the pool. She wanted to experience that again but she was too proud to ask him to make love to her.

Love

There was that damned word again. It was just sex, there was nothing like making love.

She was watching him from her peripheral vision as he worked on the documents Marin had just delivered to him. He'd looked hot this morning, with his face twisted up in anger at her