Yes. I was holding back my abashed tears as I gathered my shoulder bag and inhaled deeply before slowly letting go of my breath. I strode back to the bathroom to look at my face in the mirror. I had to compose myself. I shouldn't let his words get into me.
The reflection of my face stared back at me. I thought I had held back my tears, but I was wrong. They got freed, and my eyes were now slightly red as well as the tip of my nose.
I was just a good f**k.
Just a good f**k.
His words indirectly accused me of getting pregnant because of carelessness.
He thought of me as a willing woman who was looking for a good time. Thus, last night was nothing but lust, a fleshy lust. I was the prey who wantonly exploited itself. What man wouldn't want to grab a chance of a good night's fun when
