“Stop, please just leave me alone.”
I could feel my tears burning down my cheeks as I tried to get away from him and instead of leaving me alone, he grabbed my arm and pulled me into him, looking at him, he was shirtless and his jeans were still half undone with his belt hanging on either side. It made me sick.
“What is it Asha? Are you jealous now?”
He said almost like he was amused by my distress and it pissed me off.
“Aren’t you conceited?”
I spat out as I glared at him to which he tilted his head at me.
“The first thing you think of is that I’m jealous, didn’t you consider that maybe I don’t want to be locked up in that room by a guy who claims to love me and less than 48 hours after he has anally r***d me he’s having s*x with another girl. Maybe I’m just not as sick and twisted
