I felt absurdity. 'Humph! My uncle, my parents' friends?'
They looked down on me when I needed help, and after I was forced by life to become Damien's mistress, they mocked me as a b***h selling her body. But when Damien appeared, they turned warm and friendly, praising my excellence.
The identity of being Damien's mistress subjected me to two completely opposite treatments.
Damien took me to a hotel.
Of course, I knew that after the dinner, Damien didn't just want to take me home. He wanted to f**k me tonight.
We entered the room together, Damien kissing my neck, his hands slipping under the hem of my dress, stroking upwards until they cupped my breasts, beginning to knead them.
We stumbled toward the bed in the room.
My mood was still very bad, which made it difficult for me to re
