Jealousy
Entering the car, the man who saved me closes the door and then exhales heavily. I bite my lower lip to prevent myself from crying or screaming in anger, telling myself that I am a warrior and won't let anyone trample on me.
Ah, I deserve all of this because I brought it upon myself. What am I doing here?
The man doesn't take long to get in and after fastening his seat belt, he tells me that he doesn't mean to pry, but the lady noticed that my pants are wet. I feel embarrassed, I didn't intend to touch myself.
I curse inwardly, I let out the fluid I expelled when I climaxed.
"Don't worry, that's why I'm not concerned, and I thank you for that, although it wasn't necessary," I turn my gaze away, and my expression hardens as I see Harry still talking on his phone, oblivious
