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Clarissa:

I woke up exhausted. I looked out of the window and light barely came from it. It was evening. I couldn't believe how the day had gone by so fast.

I turned around and rubbed the space on the bed. Lorenzo had disappeared the same way he did back in my room at Erica's house.

I sighed sadly and grabbed the pillow that he lay on. It still smelled like him. I pulled it closer and relished the scent of his expensive perfume on the bed sheets.

I had a wonderful afternoon with him and I was a fool to think that if I slept off, I would wake up with him by my side. He had made it very clear that he had no interest in me and that he wanted me to be his slut, his side piece. It was a fact that he would never put me above Erica. He fucked me but Erica had a place in his life and didn't even understand why.

I had watched them for years and they never acted like two people there were about to get married. There was love in their life but it wasn't as expressive as I thought it would be.

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