Betrayed by Alcino

3. Alcino

Alcino

Feb 21,2019, Atlantic City, New Jersey

I applied enough pressure to put her to sleep. She must have been exhausted. I’m not sure why I’m flooded with disappointment but I felt it just the same. I had kept my eye on Telica despite telling myself every year this year would be the last time. The way I looked at her was different now. She wasn’t a kid anymore. A part of me wished she had lied to me, but she hadn’t. I knew that she dated men and discarded them, but she had promised to keep her virginity sacred.

What had changed? If she thought that he was worth her virginity, why wasn’t she still with him?

Taking her shoes off, I slipped her underneath the sheets. Laying down next to her, I wrapped my arm around her waist and buried my face in her hair. Closing my eyes, I savored this moment that would never happen again. It couldn’t. She needed a man that was stable, safe, and secure. A man in the mafia could never give her the security she needed.

Sometime later, I heard the bed creek and she shifted in my embrace. Opening one eye, I glanced at the clock. We had slept the night away. Closing my eye, I felt her shift again.

A gentle hand rubbed against my shoulder. “Alcino, are you awake?”

Opening my eyes, I sat up. “Yes, you wore me out.”

Her cheeks flushed as she looked down at herself before staring back at me. “I think I had more to drink that I usually do.”

“Where is the man that took your virginity. I’m not like most men. I don’t sleep with a woman who belonged to someone else.”

“I’m single. You make it sound like I’m married.” Tossing the duvet away from her she shuffled to her feet. The stubborn set of her jaw and the rigid set of her shoulders showed.

“I don’t know. I was r***d in a club bathroom. He didn’t use a condom and he didn’t provide his name when he ripped my clothes off and slammed inside me.”