His hands roved all over my body, touching every inch of my skin.
Due to the drug and his teasing, the fire of desire in my heart burned hotter.
However, he suddenly stopped and whispered, "What a sl*t."
His words hit me like a truck, jarring me from my stupor. The flame of desire in me paled in comparison to the shame it brought.
Immediately, I sat upright and used my clothes to cover myself.
"You went home with that man despite knowing how scummy he is? I can't believe you wanted to do it with him. Tell me, do you think you're a sl*t?" he said disdainfully.
"It's not like that! He drugged the wine—"
"If you didn't go back with him, would he have a chance to offer you a drink? If you didn't accept his offer, would he even have a chance to drug you?" he asked coldly.
I didn't know
