Alisa
I wake up later than usual. In Derrick’s bed.
I don’t remember coming to his room last night. I frown and reach between my legs. My p***y feels tender, used, as it always does after a rough session with my mate.
My eyes fill with tears. He promised me he wouldn't do anything, and he did it anyway.
The door flies open and Derrick comes strolling in, carrying a cup of coffee and whistling softly to himself. He’s in a great mood. “Hey. You’re finally awake.”
“What-” a frog catches in my throat, and I roughly clear it -“what times is it?”
“One.” He puts the coffee on my nightstand. “How do you feel?”
“Like someone took a battering ram to my v****a. You promised me you wouldn’t have s*x with me.”
“I didn’t.”
“Then- why do I feel like you did?”
He chuckles and walks around the b
