LYLAH
Why was I pissed at him? I was the one who gave him my body. He didn't force me. He even tried to stop me, but I was stubborn. I'd let my jealousy take over my rational part. He tried making breakfast for me, and I was still pissed. Why?
I didn't even have a response to that. All I knew was that waking up alone in bed made me grumpy. Knowing he left me in bed to make breakfast didn't ease that feeling at all. I felt he abandoned me after getting what he wanted.
After having my bath, I got dressed and left for work in one of his cars with a driver, careful not to lean more on my arse. Having it spanked and then being f****d wasn't something I thought would ache that much.
I spent the entire day in my office until lunchtime. I wasn't in the mood, so I stayed back instead of goin
