Masked Feelings

"Why the mask?" he asked. I kept quiet as he moved his hand to my hair. He untied my hair and let the hair band fall on the ground. "Why are you touching me? Am a whore, right?" I asked as I stared at him, right in the eyes. He stared back at me and didn't answer. Didn't he just call me a whore? He buried his face back in my neck and lightly blow on my face. That felt good. Damn good. When his lips made contact with my skin, i bit my lips to stop a moan. I could feel his hands letting my wrists free. My hands fell on his shoulders. My eyes were closed as I concentrated on the feelings that I was getting. What the hell was he doing to me?

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Chapter 9: Really Bad

The ringing of my phone broke my awesome sleep. I felt at ease. I felt in peace. I felt relaxed. And most importantly, i felt sore. I moved slightly in the bed, hugging the pillow tighter, a smile creeping on my face and then yawned. I opened my eyes slowly, letting my pupils adjust to the lightning of the room. My phone stopped ringing, bringing my attention to it. I took my phone and saw a miss call from Rose.

Holy shit.

Rose is going to kill me. I forgot to inform her that I wouldn't return home yesterday. Well, again, I myself didn't even know that I would be having amazing sex with Damian Spears yesterday itself. I quickly dialed Rose's number and after a few seconds, she answered.

"I swear, as soon as I'm seeing you, I'm shoving my high heel shoes in your ass" Rose snapped before I could even utter a word.

"That sounds painful" I winced. I could hear her breath in frustration.

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