Desireé
I’m sorry.
I’m so f*****g sorry, Papi.
Even through my euphoric haze, I could see the pain in Tate’s face. He turned his head, obviously disgusted at me. Each thrust was like a knife piercing my heart. DeMarco threw his head back, chuckling at his son. “How does it feel Tate?”
“Stop, please. I just can’t watch this.” Tate whispered as I let out a moan.
Please forgive me.
“Tate, I’m sorry.” I moaned as Alejandro zipped up his pants and joined his father.
“Leave them, son. We have an important meeting to attend to.” DeMarco said, stepping out the door.
I collapsed to the floor, curling up in a ball and silently sobbing. I cried for Tate and for our love that was ripped apart. Everything was perfect, but in the blink of an eye…it was taken right back from us.
“Look at me, l
