Jenkins
After finishing my breakfast, I get up and head back to my room. I hold back from slamming the door with all my strength. That son of a b***h… Did he really sleep with that plastic doll after what happened between us last night? What kind of person does something like that?! "A criminal with no morals or values," my mind echoes.
I sit on the edge of my bed and huff. I’m pissed off. I guess that’s a good thing. I was looking for emotions, and I’m definitely feeling something—or at least I think so. Besides, I rejected him, didn’t I? He just went to find in someone else what I refused to give him. Although I never stopped his advances. I let him kiss me, and touch me, and I enjoyed the amazing orgasm he gave me. What I didn’t do was beg. I put my pride before my arousal and need, a
