Lola’s POV
My ride back home was nothing but a mess. I couldn't stop reminiscing on every second spent with Vincent in his office; how he devoured me, setting aside the control he had all these while, only for him to turn his back at the very moment of it coming to an end.
I was expecting a kiss on the forehead, a ride back home with him, rather he made me feel so less of myself.
Would it have been better if I hadn't let him do all those to me? I wanted it…I yearned for more than that.
For the first time, I felt what it was like to reach the peak of s****l fantasy. The feeling was one I didn't want an end to, with the way he stroked me down there and sucked me so hard I almost lost my legs.
I didn't know which to get pissed at. Was it the fact he had introduced his girlfriend, or that
