Carter's POV
I stood up, and while wavering between leaving or not, I felt a knot in my throat. Never in my life had I felt this way, used, and now that I was experiencing it, I felt regret for all those women from my past, those with whom I had s*x and discarded the next day as if they were just a piece of meat.
"Cart, come back to bed; I want you to make love to me again," she took my hand and pulled me towards her.
She was sitting on her knees in bed, her hair falling, covering her breasts; she looked like Aphrodite.
"I don't think it's convenient, Kelsea; I can't keep having s*x with you if you don't love me," I was surprised by my own words; when did I become so intense?
She looked at me with a sideways smile, and I felt my stomach tense. Was she playing with me?
"Stop playing b
