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He later handed me some wipes, which I used to clean myself up before ordering me to lay back down on the table with my legs widely spread apart while he drew his seat closer to my throbbing pussycat and sat in front of it.

He sat in front of it for like five minutes, just staring at it, and I started feeling uncomfortable and started closing up my legs when he spoke.

“Don’t,” he commanded. “Why are you closing it up? It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful,” he said, using his hands to restrain my legs before drawing me closer to himself and burying his mouth inside my pussycat.

“Fuck.” I stretched my hands to get hold of the table as I arched my back up when his tongue went straight down my already expanded pussy and started raising up my butt to meet up with his tongue as it was coming down hard on me.

“Wow! That is my wild girl,” Jason praised while still tongue-fucking me, and I held tighter to the table to tame the beast that was about to come out of me.

“Easy girl, easy. We don’t need to rush this; just change your mind, and I promise you more.”

“My sister,” I moaned out.

“I will talk to her myself.”

“No, I’m going home,” I finalized.

Jason stopped the second I said this and got out of his chair to put back his clothes.

“Jason,” I implored.

“Don’t, Jason,” he said coldly. “That is what you get for being stubborn.”

“Like seriously?” I asked unbelievably as I was getting off the table.

“You are free to go. Your sister is waiting for you.”

“Of course she is,” I replied sarcastically, put on my clothes, and left his office with the image of how heavenly it would have been if he had taken me to the promised land.

‘I’m sorry’ he texted as I was on my way down the lift,

“Not after what you just did,” I murmured, ignored his text, turned on my do not disturb preference, threw my phone back inside my bag, and went home without looking back.

I microwaved some pizza, got myself a cold glass of wine, turned off my do not disturb preference to see a few missed calls from Jason, and sat in front of the TV to continue my Adam Lee movie when someone knocked on the door.

I raised an eyebrow, put down my drink, paused my movie, and got out of the couch to open the door for Judith since she was the only one I was expecting at that particular moment.

“Peter,” I said unbelievably.

“Can I come in?” He asked

“Of course,” I replied, making way for him.

“Longest time”

“Same. What do you care for?”

“I’m okay; I just had supper.”

“Okay”

I went back to my side on the couch and continued eating my food.

“Isn’t that Adam Lee’s lastest movie?”

“Yeah. Are you watching it?”

“No, but I’ve seen the trailer.”

“You have to watch it; it’s really, really interesting.”

“But it’s not going to be without you by my side,” he said, fixing his eyes on me.

I paused eating, rolled my eyes, and thought of what to say without sounding hard.

“Peter…” I sighed

“I got it,” he said, motioning for me to stop by raising his hand in the air. “You don’t love me any more. You don’t want me any more. I just want to tell you my feelings once more. I don’t want to lose you. I’m ready to accept your terms and conditions; just try and give me one more chance.” He sighed, “Let me prove to you how much I really love you.”

“Peter, I’m sorry, but I’m no longer interested.”

“Give me a tangible reason.”

“I have no reason.”

“You have to get a reason, Lexi. Just give it to me. Tell me a reason why I’m no longer an option. Tell me a reason why you’re no longer feeling what you’ve been professing for the past five years.”

I looked away from him and faced the TV screen, because I was going to weep if I continued to look at how broken apart he was. Peter was a good person, a really good person; his only flaw was the sex part, which he was ready to change, but he wasn’t the one I wanted, not after what I’ve tasted.

“Peter…” I trailed off because I was short of words.

“Is it someone else? Are you seeing someone else?”

I shook my head without making eye contact with him.

“Lexi, look at me and answer my question. Are you seeing someone?” He tempered

“Stop shouting at me. I owe you no explanation,” I said back defensively.

“Of course you do; you are my girlfriend.”

“Point of correction, ex-girlfriend.”

He got out of his seat instantly and covered the space between us in a few seconds, his eyes blazing red. I shifted more inside the couch and wondered what was about to happen.

“You want it rough, right?” He said as he lowered his angry face to my scared one with his breath reeking of alcohol, “You want it rough, and I said I’m going to give it to you rough. What else do you want?”

“Peter, stop; you’re scaring me,” I stammered.

“What is scary about me trying to give it to you rough?” He asked sarcastically before clashing his mouth with mine and biting my upper lip.

I forced my teeth together as he was trying to get through them and tried to stay put, even though I was scared.

“Peter, you’re drunk,” I said between my teeth inside his mouth.

“Of course, baby, I’m drunk in love with you,” he replied as he pinned me to the couch with his hands, trying to get access to my blouse.

“Peter, let me go.” I fought back.

“Stop trying to act as if I’m hurting you; isn’t this what you want? Isn’t this what you have always demanded?” He said as he pulled out one of my breasts and bit it nipple hard.

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“Shut up, bitch.”

“Get off me, Peter! Peter, get out of me!” I said it desperately, but he wasn’t yielding.

“She wants it rough, and I’m giving it to her,” he said to no one in particular as he was pulling out my second boob.

I was desperate, and I needed something to fight back or else I was going to lose. I forced my head out of the position he put it in, and that was when I saw it-the ceramic dishware with my half-eaten pizza.

I stylishly stretched my hands until I could reach it without making him suspicious and whacked him in the head with it.

I pushed him off of me instantly and got up to dust off the broken particles of the dishware from my torn cloth.

About a minute later, he got up from the ground with blood all over him, and I thought he was going to retreat since he was in bad shape, but he proved me wrong once more by coming after me again.

I started taking back steps with my heart thudding out loud because the view of a bloody angry man wasn’t as great as it was shown in movies, and then the front door opened.

“Thank God,” I thought.

“Lexi, I’m home,” Judith called, and that got to Peter. He looked angrier but retreated, swore, and walked past a very frightened Judith.

“I’m coming back for you,” he threatened as he was about to close the door.

“I will be waiting for you,” I shouted back.

“What is going on here!?” Judith shouted to get my attention.

“He was drunk.”

“I’m talking about the blood, the broken plate, your torn clothes, and the threats.”

“It’s nothing, Judith; he was just drunk.”

“You better start talking before I call the police,” and that was how I found myself explaining everything to her and later talking her out of calling the police.