Slipped

A knock came instead of a call. Amidst the hurt, she still smiled and hastily cleared the room. "Who's at the door, please"? she asked calmly.

I, Jones, he responded. she jumped and smiled sheepishly, adjusting her outfit, stole a glance at the mirror and fixed her face and hair. ...Oh yea.  I'm right here. she opened the door and greeted him. He walked in majestically, looking around the house. Then, he goes,

"You waited for me to call huh"? No... No, not really, she denied. since you called last and assured you were going to call back , I had to wait patiently for such a time and day. Luckily, you are here, a month after, on Valentine. she chuckles... well, Just got back from work, Been pretty busy too.

Jones looked at her with admiration, walked closer, grabbed and kissed me. she struggled with all the strength she had.

Oh no, Not again, she battled and battled and almost lost her breath.

He won! Pushed her to the bed

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With tears, she jammed the door so hard, cried bitterly and swore never to celebrate Valentine anymore. He had turned her to a sex slave. He broke the one month silence on Valentine. she fell for it.... she fell for it, thinking he was coming to talk things out and possibly make amends.