Confused

Zoya must have called almost a hundred times but I didn't answer her calls once. I wasn't going to answer her any time soon. She had gone overboard this time.

The reason Ivan and I broke up two years before was because I caught him in bed with Zoya. He cheated on me with my best friend and then blamed me for it. He said that if I had slept with him, he would have never stepped out. 

Zoya cried to me and told me he coerced her and seduced her to give him her virginity. She claimed he took advantage because she had been drinking that night. 

Then she opened up about how she has always been in love with Ivan since she was little. I didn't know why she let me date him when she was madly in love with him.

She and I called a truce and decided to both let Ivan go. She promised to stay away from Ivan and forget him. He was no good anyway. 

However, she broke that promise and got together with Ivan. I wondered how long they had been seeing each other. Would she have told me if I didn't catch them in the act? I had the feeling the answer was no.

"Will you answer that phone?" Irina asked. "It keeps ringing and that sound is very irritating."

We were at a boutique shopping. She was the one picking clothes while I stood by her side and nodded yes to everything. 

I was afraid to look at the clothes or check the price tag. I knew I would faint. 

"No."

Irina sighed and turned to me with a glare. 

"Stop pretending you're not interested in these luxurious clothes. I can see right through you, bitch. You're nothing but a gold-digger. You're luring Milo so you can use his money."

"Irina–"

"Oh, shut up! You're nothing but trash. You're not cut out for this kind of life. You pretend to be holier than thou but you're not. You're a whore! An ugly fat whore! Milo will kill you within a month."

My heart raced the more she spoke. I agreed with everything she said. To her, I was trash because I was poor. She saw me as a nobody. 

"Milo has never been with a woman for more than three months. They can't handle his…wild tastes in bed."

"What do you mean?"

Irina laughed. "Don't you know? Milo beats women and gets violent during sex. Can you handle that, whore? I bet you can't." She leaned close enough to spit in my face and said, "Milo needs a real woman. Not a fucking child like you."

She shrugged her shoulders and looked around to see if anyone could hear us. 

"Plus, you're not his type. Milo dates mature models. Not little girls who are almost twenty years his junior with asses and huge boobs. He definitely doesn't like redheads, he likes blondes. I give him two weeks before he tosses you to the side."

I gulped and looked away. I was so scared that my hands were shaking. Milo beat women in bed? I had never heard those rumors. That was new information. 

How was I going to escape such a man? 

"I would like to go back to the penthouse. We'll go shopping some other day."

I didn't wait for Irina to respond. I turned around and left.

When I got to the penthouse, the clothes Irina had picked for me were already there in bags. I ignored everything and went to the bedroom to rest. 

I was in the master bedroom which also had glass walls. The afternoon sun seeped in through the glass, illuminating the creamy white sheets.

 That afternoon, I cried myself to sleep.

When I woke up, it was dark. The city lights illuminated a figure in the darkness. The silhouette belonged to a man standing before me like he was watching me.

I didn't see him clearly but I knew who it was.

Every single time he looked at me, goosebumps rose on my skin and my body burned with desire. It was crazy what one man's gaze could do to me.

"Milo?" I called, just to make sure it was him.

He didn't answer. Instead, he continued staring at me until I switched on my bedside lamp.

It didn't add much light but I could see Milo. He looked hot as ever with his gaze as sinful as ever. He undressed me with his eyes.

Even though I was in a soft pink nightgown, I felt naked under his intense scrutiny. 

"Touch yourself…" he said.

I shook my head, refusing his orders. He didn't seem fazed or shocked. 

He undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants. His bulge was huge and I couldn't help but wonder how huge his cock actually was.

I didn't have to wonder for much longer. He pulled his cock out of his boxers and started pumping up and down as he looked at me.

I couldn't take my eyes off him. Huge wasn't even the best word to describe how big he was.

His shaft looked soft but it had veins that made it hotter. It was very long and thick. His head was red, bulbous, and glistening with precum.

I watched as he stroked himself to the point that he grunted and groaned. All the while, his eyes raked over my body.

"Come here."

My body took on a mind of its own. No matter how much I wanted to disobey Milo, I found myself getting up from the bed and walking towards him.

I walked right into the pits of hell without a second thought. Once I reached him, I saw how dark his eyes were.

He exuded sex, pleasure, and dominance.

"Get on your knees."

As if in a hypnosis of some sort, I got on my knees and looked up at him. He held my chin in his hand while simultaneously stroking my lips with his thumb.

He coerced my mouth open and thrust his thumb inside. "Show me how you would suck my cock if I let you." Those words were even hotter because he was still massaging his cock.

A sick part of me didn't hesitate to swirl my tongue around his thumb and suck as hard as I could. This seemed to drive him crazier.

"Fuck!" He cursed and shot his hot seed on my breasts.

Since the nightgown I wore was flimsy and showed off cleavage, Milo's cum trailed down the valley of my breasts to my navel.

I watched as he squeezed the very last drop of his cum and tucked himself back in his pants.

"Good girl. You look so good kneeling at my feet with my cum dripping down your body."

"I knew from the moment I saw you that your submission would drive me crazy." He added. "Clean up and eat something before you go to bed."

He left immediately.

I was on my knees with cum on my bosom and an unsatiated desire. Milo had left me hot and bothered.

That night, I got on my bed and fucked myself with my fingers until I came so hard my legs shook. The whole time, I imagined it was Milo's fingers inside of me.

When I came, I screamed his name loudly. I knew then that I lusted over Milo in a manner I didn't understand. Only my body understood.