Chapter 18

Lydia

In all my life as a reporter, I never tried risks. Risks were inevitable but they were also avoidable which is why I had applied that to my life too.

Whatever happened yesterday, thrice infact, was a risk I could have well avoided but it felt so right being showered with kisses, tenderness, caresses and...Oh God! What on earth had he awoken in me?

But I suppose that's why I avoided risks, because at the end of the day they were things bound to make you feel more or less a sore loser.

And trust me, I was a loser because I imagined yesterday to be special. The day my cherry was popped. I was a big fool to imagine that when I woke up he would be right beneath me begging for another round, begging me not to leave and he'd make breakfast but sadly I was mistaken. The space beside was empty almost like no one was there.

Almost like whatever happened last night was a figment of my imagination.

Shallow. That's one way to put how far I'd