Chapter 1
Charlotte’s POV
I whined down the window of my room, the night air slipping in, but it did nothing to cool me down. My body was on fire. I grabbed my phone, walked back toward my seat—the seat where I had f****d myself over and over with my dildo, pretending it was whoever was on my screen.
My p***y was already wet just from thinking about it. The ache between my legs was unbearable, throbbing, begging.
A knock on my door made me freeze. I almost cursed out loud.
“Charlotte?” My mum’s voice.
Fuck.
I dropped the dildo on my bed and walked to the door, face twisted in annoyance. My core was screaming, my c**t was throbbing, and of all times, my mum had to show up now.
I opened the door with a fake smile. “Hmm?”
She looked at me, like she always did, with that casual tone
