IT WAS quiet. I buried myself beneath the blanket. There was a feeling of an uncomfortable lack of warmth even if the sun was shining brightly outside the window.
As I turned around, I felt the pain in between my thighs. I tried to touch myself and discovered that I was still damp.
I felt the side of the bed. The scent of our lovemaking was still there. His masculine perfume lingered in my room.
So it was all true. I was not just dreaming.
I slowly get up. My eyes wandered across the room. The area was completely ruined and messed up.
I exhaled a long sigh. Xylon didn't even say goodbye. He didn't even say thank you. Just like that. He left me and poof—he’s gone.
I stood up, and the blanket fell to the floor.
I was still completely naked.
What else to expect from a Xylon Diaz? He got what he wanted. He was able to manipulate both my mind and my heart again. I surrendered to him last night. I let him control my whole being.