As soon as I walked into my rented apartment, I kicked off my shoes, took off my coat and tossed it onto the sofa, and headed straight for the shower. I let the water run to warm up while
I undressed.
My drunken mind drifted to a man, Mr. Relentless. I look at myself in the mirror; I’m a glass of milk that, when it catches the sun, turns red instead of tanning. I have a relatively nice pair of breasts, but I’m very short and my thighs are too thick. I’m not a perfect shape, like an hourglass; I’m more of a… pear shape.
I’m not the kind of woman he’s used to, nor am I his type, no doubt. But then what was that in the elevator? It was probably just another woman he wanted to sleep with and then discard, without caring about my feelings.
I would never allow that!
We’re from completely di
