Shae had hounded me for s*x over and over. It didn’t matter how many times I told him no or that I never felt ready, he would push and push until we were fighting and he was pissed. In the end, I was the one who had to come back and apologize just so that he’d stop being a jerk to me. And then the cycle would start all over again. The idea of him being a ‘good, patient boyfriend’ was laughable. He’d been a lot of things, but never that.
“And now you just throw yourself at the first guy that looks your way?” His eyes flashed at me, alight with anger. “Did you let him put it in your mouth, too? Hell, you probably let him go from between your legs to down your throat without even protesting, didn’t you?”
I shook my head, denying his allegations because I didn’t know what else to do. How the
