The bitter lie and even-bitter truth

Evelyn Xavier.

The drug worked better than expected...so better that I got fucked damn hard like this stupid bastard had been yearning. Craving to be inside me.

I stare at the ceiling before slowly looking at my side . He was sleeping contently.

I had bit his neck and shoulder trying to calm him down but that had only seemed to ignite his passion last night.

My whole body looked like some art peice. I wince at the pain bride slowly pulling the blanket away from me and sitting straight.

That drug was something else's for sure because this bastard didn't stop until morning.

Idiot had bit my thigh, neck, collarbone like he was some man that had never gotten the taste of a woman.

To be precise...he kinda never got my taste.

Maybe drug was not the best idea...

I slowly get out the bed even though my body was protesting heavily.

I glance back at the bed. There was blood and our remnants from last night.

Blood...

Blood!

He popped my cherry!

The thought had send heat in my cheek. I curse under my breathe before limping toward the bathroom.

I lean against the marble wall for support as I let the cold water cascade down my body.

A shiver ran down my spine.

Not because he had popped my cheery but...the way the water was tracing my skin...

The way his tongue had traced my body eliciting small moans and whimpers from me.

Tasting and nibbling on my flesh like a man who had been thirsty...yearning and just overall wanted to taste every inch of my body like I was his.

And only his .

How he had murmured sweet nothings...made me feel so damn loved and cared for even...

if it was under the influence of drug. It felt too much real for my sanity.

I don't know if I should consider such thoughts knowing I will leave him in the next few weeks.

Sex is a moment of vulnerability. Not just some love making or intimacy.

And I know damn well that after this nothing will be same between us.

And I was not sure whether I loved the idea or not.

The thought tasted bitter....and sweet at the same time. Intoxicating.

I push the insulting thoughts from my mind. Focus Evelyn! You have a task to fulfill no matter what the reason may be.

I turn off the shower and step out of the shower. I wrap a towel around me.

I walk over to the sink as I start to dry my hair. My mind was a jungle mess now. Great!

You can't be falling for someone whom you don't even know what kind of profession he has.