“Different, yet the same…

Don’t Touch Me

Usually, I’m very chill… only when I have arrogant people trying to touch me when they shouldn’t, or thinking they can buy me with money, then I react like this.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Hmm. Noted.”

I couldn’t stay there any longer. I leaned closer and murmured under my breath, “You pig,” before turning sharply and walking away, letting the tension between us linger like fire in the air.

I walked fast, needing space, and soon I found myself alone on the beach. My heart was racing in a way I couldn’t explain, and the heat in my chest made me dizzy. I kicked off my heels, letting the sand press against my bare feet.

A group of people were splashing in the water, laughing, shouting, playing, their joy contagious even though I didn’t know them. Without thinking, I stepped into the sea, letting the cool water wash over me. It was freeing, the waves embracing me, washing away some of the chaos and tension that had followed me from the party.

For a moment, I let myself just… be. As alone now, everyone had left. I let my body float freely in the water, feeling weightless as I gazed up at the sky, the stars reflecting in the sea. The sensation of freedom was intoxicating, a quiet rebellion against everything that had happened tonight.

My white dress clung to me, almost transparent in the moonlight. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and the thin straps of the dress traced delicately over my shoulders, adding to the raw, unguarded feeling. The water moved around me, brushing against my skin, and for the first time that evening, I truly felt… free.

Hey, you crazy girl! Are you okay?”

For a moment, his voice startled me so much that I nearly lost my balance in the waves. My heart jumped into my throat, and panic surged—I almost drowned.

He came fast, stepping into the water to reach me, trying to pull me closer. I struggled, my hands pushing against him. “Don’t touch me! Go away!” I shouted, fighting with every ounce of strength I had.

The water churned around us as we wrestled, each movement sharp and desperate. I could feel the cool waves against my skin, the pull of his hands trying to control me, and the wild rush of adrenaline made every second feel impossibly intense. Slowly, I calmed down, my chest heaving from the fight and the fear. He held me in his arms, strong and steady, and for a moment, the world felt suspended between us.

Before gently setting me down on the sand, he leaned in slightly and murmured with a smirk, “Damn… you look hot.”

My skin tingled at his words, a mix of irritation and something else I couldn’t quite name, while the waves lapped quietly at our feet

.A slap moved my hand away. “Go away, you pig!” I shouted.

I straightened up and started walking, my heart still pounding.

When I looked around, I realized the entire bar had emptied. Anne was gone. My stomach dropped, and I froze in place for a moment, stunned.

“…F.....k,” I muttered under my breath, feeling completely alone on the quiet, empty beach.“If you need an Uber, I can be one for you,” he said, his voice calm but teasing.

“I would walk five hundred kilometers with my own feet before I ever got into your…fu..ring fancy car that you inherited from your father,” I shot back, my anger flaring.

The words hung in the air between us, sharp and unapologetic. I could feel my chest heaving, every beat a mix of defiance and adrenaline, refusing to let him have even a hint of control over me.