I layed there, on the bed, my heart pounding in my chest, trying to make sense of Tony's sudden withdrawal. The room felt colder, the air thinner, as if the intense chemistry we had shared had been nothing more than a figment of my imagination. Confusion clouded my mind, and I desperately searched for answers in his eyes, but they remained distant, guarded.
“I’m so sorry for this, butterfly. But, I can’t have s*x with you in your drunken state and letting you f**k someone else instead? That’s not even an option.” He revealed his devilish plot twist.
“Uncuff me, or I promise I'll kill you the moment I get freed.” I warned him.
However, not being affected by my warning, he smirked, “I would rather die than think of the idea of someone else taking benefit of your drunken state.”
As Tony g
