Tuesday
I was blinded by my tears. How could I be so naive? He was the predator and I was the prey. And I had willingly fallen into his trap. His perfect physique and his suggestive words had worn down all my inhibitions. I tripped over my own feet and fell onto his kitchen floor. Every inch of me wanted to stay down. I felt so weak. The weight of what I had done was heavy on my shoulders. I was a mistress.
"f**k," I murmured out loud. I wiped my eyes again and stood up. I had to get out of there. I didn't want to hear his explanations. The guilt would always weigh on me. It didn't matter that I hadn't known it at the time. Either way, I had slept with a married man. I had tried to ask him questions, but he had skirted around the answers flawlessly. He was a manipulative asshole. I ran o
