Ashiya
“Space, please,” I reminded in a low voice and gave Mauro a cold stare.
“The more you become aloof, the more you arouse me. Fine. I’ll let you play hard to get. You are a princess. You got pride. I will give you that.” He moved away to the other end of the passenger seat. “I can’t wait to have you on our wedding night. I bet you will be so tight when I take you.”
Wedding. My chest pounded, and I felt dizzy because I could not see myself marrying this man. I don’t have plans to be a payment. I will never give him my body. I won’t even allow him to kiss me. I am ready to defend myself.
I am not like other women who are willing to sell themselves to survive. It’s not like I’m judging them. But this is me. I did not study hard until I graduated magna c*m laude, only to become a s*x
