Part Thirteen

Isadora woke up to an empty bed, and she swallowed her emotions away. She’d never felt so cheap in her life before. His words had hurt her, and she couldn’t believe she’d let him call her a whore for a second time.

Was she Dominic’s whore? She supposed she was. He paid for everything, she lived in his penthouse, used his car and credit card, and in return she let him fuck her whenever and however he wanted.

She ran to the bathroom, and made it just in time as she vomited up bile. She dry heaved a few times, and realized that someone was holding her hair back. She lowered her head to the toilet, and took a few deep breaths.

“Are you feeling sick?” Dominic asked her.

She shook her head, and stood up on shaky legs. She rinsed her mouth a few times, and pulled the lever of the toilet to flush her vomit away. She looked up, and saw the concern in Dominic’s eyes.

“I’m not sick,” she whispered.

Dominic placed his hand on her forehead, and frowned slightly as he looked at her. “Well, you’re n