MasukMaya POV.
Who was in here with me?
My head instantly snapped in the direction of the voice, and I saw a dark figure standing by the window.
I jolted up from the bed, alarm ringing in my head.
I quickly flipped the switch on the bedside and light flooded the room.
To my utmost surprise, I saw John standing in the room. My eyes darted to the open window and I knew he'd climbed up the window into Mona's room.
"What are you doing in here, John?" I asked, my voice rising with alarm.
"Relax, Maya. You've not been taking my calls and I really needed to talk to you," he said, taking a step forward.
I held up my hand to stop him. Who gave him the right to come in here?
On some rare occasions, Mona and I had let him or Tommy, her own guy, come up the window into the room.
But today, he wasn't allowed here. He'd hurt me so bad and I didn't wanna see him.
"You need to leave, John," I said firmly. The pain was still fresh in my heart and the last thing I wanted was to be around him.
"Please, forgive me and give me another chance," he pleaded, still coming closer.
"I thought you liked me," I said, my voice thin with the tears that threatened to spill again.
"I do," he begged, standing close to me now.
"So why?" I asked, "Why did you sleep with her when you know I'll be yours by tomorrow?"
"I...I like you a lot, Maya. I became horny when I touched you. I respect your decision not to...have you now. But I...I can't help it, and she...she begged me to do that..." he said, dropping to his knees in front of me. "I really regret hurting you this way. Please just forgive me this once," he took my hand, looking into my teary eyes.
"Are you sure it was only once?" I inquired, through my tears.
"I swear," he assured me, his hands touching my cheeks. "And I swear never to do it again," he promised.
Then slowly, very gently, he covered my lips with his, kissing me.
I closed my eyes, trying to accept his apology, but all I could think of was ....his thing dropping out of her legs.
While I was throwing those gross images out of my mind, I felt his fingers inching up my top, undoing a few buttons.
My brows shot up.
Then he delved one hand into my skirt, trying to pull down my panties.
I cringed. His touch felt ugly, and his cheating made me sick.
Unlike how I saw Mr. Jonah touch his woman, John was so eager and rude.
"John," I said, breaking away from the kiss. "What's going on?"
"I want you, Maya. I can't wait anymore," he pleaded, his boyish voice soft with lust.
"But my birthday is tomorrow, can we just wait?" I stopped him.
"Oh, for Christ's sake, I'm so fucking tired of waiting," he said with frustration. "Tonight or Tomorrow, what's the difference?"
"But-" I tried to argue.
"But what?" He snapped, his mood growing salty.
His tone was really starting to get to me and I was slowly beginning to lose interest.
Yes, John was tall, muscular, and goodlooking. He was the player of the year in our high school. However, unlike me, he wasn't a virgin.
Before we started dating, I'd heard that he was wild in bed. I was suprised when he asked me out and was delighted to be his girl. My first night was supposed to be perfect with him. But he cheated on me and broke my trust, so I wasn't in the mood to be intimate right now.
He brought his face close, trying to kiss me again, but I shoved him back.
His eyes widened and he looked at me with persistence. "Let me in if you forgive me!"
"No, John," I answered, "Leave now and we'll talk about this tomorrow."
But that only seemed to annoy him, "Are you fucking kidding me?" He mouthed, his tone growing harsh. "We made the deal, and now it's time. I waited for you for 4 months!”
I inhaled sharply.
Oh my gosh, that was why he was here.
He wasn't here to apologize, he was here to collect on his due.
I was still reeling inside with the realization when he pushed me onto the bed and flattened me with his body.
"What are you doing?" I asked with chagrin, "Get off me!" I yelled at him.
"Stop resisting and let me in, I know you want to," he said cynically, "You're not that innocent, Maya. Quit the good girl act and give me what I deserve."
I gazed at him with anger, "Get off me!" I repeated, my voice rising. But instead of stopping, he tried to kiss me, crushing my lips with his and trying to shut me up.
He pinned my hands to the bed, and I couldn't get free. I can't accept losing my virginity by being forced, it would be the nightmare of my life. So instintively, I fought back, resisting him.
In that moment, the door to the room suddenly swung open with Mr. Jonah standing in the doorway.
Immediately John saw him, he quickly jumped off me, running for the window.
"Are you okay, Maya?" Mr Jonah's eyes washed over me, before going to the open window through which John had disappeared.
The tears I'd been trying to hold back finally came running down, and I put my hands over my face and cried.
"Oh, Maya," I heard him walk into the room and take me into his arms.
He held me against his chest as I cried bitterly, realizing I'd been deluding myself by dating John this past four months.
"Shush, it's okay. Don't cry," he patted my back, comforting me.
I was ashamed of myself that I was crying. I never cried, I was a bold, confident girl who usually got what she wanted.
But here I was reduced to a miserable mess. My perfect boyfriend tried to force me just after he cheated on me.
Now my birthday would be here in a few hours, and my relationship with John was over. There went my hope of experiencing sex for the first time.
I shouldn't have bothered dating. I should have just found a random guy and slept with, just to check it off my list.
I was still lost in the throes of my pain when I began to notice that my body was pressed up against Mr. Jonah's bare chest.
My body grew rigid as I noticed he was shirtless. He must've rushed here when he heard the noises coming from the room.
Aware of his half-nudity with his body touching mine, last night's memory flashed before my eyes, and my heart rate sped up, my breath growing shallow. I couldn't even look into his eyes.
Beneath my top, I could feel the hard rows of his muscles, the firm contours of his chest, and instantly, heat pooled at my belly.
All day, I was unable to get the picture out of my head, and now I was seeing it in the flesh.
I'd always thought my first time would be with John, but after tonight, I was sure we were done.
I was so done.
I was done with boys my age who were obsessed with their own interests, too immature to handle real relationships or emotions.
After four months of nursing a relationship and waiting for my big day, trying to do things the right way.
Now, I was going to throw caution to the wind and just get laid.
Last night, I saw how Mr. Jonah pleasured Ms. Larisa, giving her mouth-watering orgasms.
Now, I yearned for it. Wanting that experience so badly. The lust that had subsided because of John came crawling back, without me noticing when.
And the one person who could give it to me…
Was standing right in front of me.
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