15. Why do you hate me so much?

Amayra

ABRAHAM! That man was all I needed and got addicted to after the second round of sex. I might not feel anything for him but he was fucking awesome to sleep with.

I was laying on my stomach at the edge of the bed while his fingers were travelling over my bare back. I clutched the bedsheet tightly and nibbled my bottom lip.

"So, you trust me?", I distracted myself from getting intoxicated with his actions.

"Kind of", he said after a pause. "After all, you won't damage your record to take silly revenge from me. But I'm glad that I bought you here. It's worth it"

I felt myself flushing. I was blushing for the second time in my life after that night. And he is the sole reason to make me blush. We weren't facing each other. I wanted to watch his reactions when he said that to me. Did that mean he also enjoyed me? I was not the only one to feel that desire.

"Thanks for the indirect compliment", I giggled to myself.

"But I didn't prais