Lorena ensured Makris was deep in sleep before she mustered all her strength to push him off her body.
Gently, she rolled off the bed and tiptoed out of the room. Only when she was safe in her room, did she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Now, she was angry.
"Beg him? Will I beg him to touch me? Who does he think I am? Some pathetic, desperate chic craving his touch? Stupid, stupid bastard!" She thought aloud.
"He's not even all that. I blame the multiple women that have made him believe he is some catch. My Marcielo is a better man than that asshole!" She landed with a thud on her bed. She crossed her legs and folded her hands tightly. Scrunching her face, she allowed the events of the past twenty-four hours to resurface. Then she got teary-eyed.
"I hope you're okay
