While we were losing ourselves in each other's pleasure, the phone rang. He let go of me and walked around the table to answer it. I quickly raised my trembling fingers, redoing the buttons of my dress, while I thought about how easily I had lost control.
I continued to face away from him, struggling to control the sudden urge to run away from here.
"Wait.” I overheard his conversation, interrupted, and he didn't seem very happy.
"Lola."
I turned to face him, still completely confused about what had just happened. As he smiled cruelly, seeing the pain he had inflicted on me. He was enjoying all this confusion he was causing in my head.
"We have a party on Monday night. I instructed the boutique to reserve a dress for you. Try it on and pick it up... you have 50 minutes and someone w
