Obsessive Lust

I woke up in an unfamiliar room and I can feel my body was in pain. And then I saw two suitcases next to me. I slowly sat up and saw the clothes that i was wearing isn't the one I was wearing last night. Then i remember... what happened last night.. My body hurt because of memory. Everything flooded back. Him. His hands. His words. The way he regarded me as though I were something he possessed and like I was his. And now… he wasn't. I don't know either why I let my guard down. No trace of him. No note. Not even a farewell. Just those two suitcases. I hadn't even opened them, but I already knew what was in there. Money... the payment. His f*e for using me.. Not even a goodbye? Was I just a deal made under the covers? Is that what men are like? Just like dad was. Slowly, I took a breath and kicked my legs over the bed. I rose from bed and looked for my clothes and saw them folded carefully on the armchair. I dressed in silence as my eyes catching sight of myself in the gaudy mirr

Once we 're done in the pizza parlor, Camille was the one eating our leftovers and even asked for a take out. While me? I'm in my silent war with my own mind, debating whether or not I should go and continue with this stupid deal with a demonic man or just take a walk. "So, where are we going first?" she said then munched another bite. I hope she won't get sick because of over eating "The real estate agent said Sunday. So… not that." I said then released a deep breath. She looked at me then raised a brow. "Then?" She ask while looking at me like I know the answer where we're going next. "We're going to him straight away." I answered and took a deep breath that made her smile. "Ooooh, devil man huh," she teased me, stretching the words that made me rolled my eyes at her. "Camille, shut up," I grumbled, already wishing I hadn't opened my mouth and tell her everything. But of course she wouldn't let up... she wouldn't until I was feeling red from embarrassment. "He said Las Espany

After the meal together, he just give me a kiss before leaving. I couldn't sit still the whole driver because of tension. I wonder how Camille would respond if she found out that I did it again. That we... did it again. I don't know how else I can tell her knowing that she will be really disappointed of what happened. Every bit of his touch, the way he kiss me, and they way his eyes shine when looking at me. I don't now what it is.... more like.... obsession? I can't say that I'm falling because it's too early for that. "Let's talk tomorrow. There's something I need to settle." That's just the last thing that he told me before leaving. I don't know what it is about but I hope it's not something stupid. "So, what happened?" Camille asked, leaning in to me. I know that she's way more curious how we ended up than how we started. "We're okay now." I answered then forced a smile. "See? I told you. He's not dangerous and you're going to be just fine." Camille said confidently

I woke up because of the cold air conditioner and the scent of clean linen. The ceiling above me was familiar and something about the room made me remember. My eyes scanned the room. Then it hit me because this is the room I've been here before. Wait. Isn’t this the same hotel room Klein used the first time? when everything between us changed? My pulse quickened so I sat up abruptly. Panic bubbled in my chest when I think about Camille. She must be worried sick because I left unnoticed. I hope she's not mad at me for not telling her and not being able to left a note. I was so excited last night that I forgot to left one. And one thing's for sure....if anyone from the staff in here saw me, God, the rumors would spread like wildfire and I don't want that. Especially if the reason is just a random stranger. I could lose my job. The very job I’ve been holding onto just to survive. I can’t afford that. Not now. Not ever. I didn't let Ms. Fernando took advantage of me just for him to ruin

“W-Why did you do that?” I mumbled, completely shocked by what he just did. I couldn't even imagine how my face must look right now. I just want to vanish. It’s not that it was our first kiss. But the fact that he kissed me publicly and in front of everyone? I never expected that. I even thought he’d let me drown in humiliation. That he'll just enjoy his rich life and not worry about me, getting into the mess he started. “Why?” he repeated, as if it were obvious. “You're my wife, Valerie.” He said it like it was no big deal. “Aren’t you ashamed of what just happened?” I asked, still trying to process it all. He looked me straight in the eyes. “Again, you’re my wife. Do I need to call a broadcast channel just to prove you that I’m not ashamed of you?” Before I could respond, Camille gently stepped in. “You guys should talk outside.” Without a word, he grabbed my hand and led me out of the meeting room. His steps were fast and deliberate but not aggressive. Still, his s