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Maxine’s POV

He’s like in the movies, came out of nowhere and charmed her with his good attitude. And added to that, he got good looks with a charming smile.

The most beautiful aspect of his face is his eyes. Those distinct ocean-blue eyes gaze at her softly in admiration. Something else is there and that makes me anxious.

“Okay,” I nod.

“And I like you,” he said which got her attention.

“Don’t you feel the same way?” he asks.

I couldn’t say yes right away. It would be embarrassing.

“When your friend cut off our conversation, I wanted to stop you,” he said.

“I know,” I said, “And I felt the same way,”

He smirked and that he considered as permission to come into the room. He stood by her side and I looked up at him.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Do I look like I have a boyfriend?” I ask with a smile.

“I just want to make sure that you’re completely interested in me,” he said.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want to give you any trouble,” he said.

I look at him with confusion across her face.

What does he mean by that?

Thomas sat next to her and I gazed at him with wide eyes.

“You don’t want to do with me?” he asks.

“I don’t know,” 

“Let’s kiss and then you decide. What you say?” he said and leaned to kiss my lips.

I didn’t stop him, I don’t know why. This isn’t what I imagined my first time would be. I always thought it would be with the man I love but in that half-drunken, smitten phase, I didn’t think much and just let him kiss me.

He started off gently but then he stopped all of a sudden.

I look at him.

“Shall we continue this?” he questions.

I didn’t realize that I’d made an extremely wrong decision and that I was going to regret it for the rest of my life.

I nodded which made him smile.

“You’re beautiful,” he said for the sake of making her comfortable. He started to kiss all over my exposed skin and I felt strange sensations.

Feeling slightly uncomfortable, I kissed him back. It felt good, in fact great.

Anything he said had no meaning at all that night. Our kiss turned passionate and our bodies heated up in that cold apartment. One thing led to another and I was under him naked.

He was pounding into me with a lot of passion. He’s so muscular and strong underneath those black attire. He’s like the photo models from the magazine but has a slightly rough outer appearance.

I’m trying my best not to scream but my moans were inevitable.

Once he was done, he lay next to me and I felt tired and sleepy.

“You know, I was never been with someone like you,” he said and kissed her cheek.

Again, I couldn’t understand what he meant by that. Someone like me? I’m just a normal girl. I’m kind of offended and at the same time felt flattered.

I couldn’t even think further and dossed off. When I wake up again, the sun is glowing brightly on my face.

I looked at the other side, but the man I slept with last night wasn’t there. I got down and put on my clothes.

That’s when I saw something on the table. A note he left for me and a few hundred dollars. The note says, ‘Last night was great’

I don’t’ know how to react for this. Did he think of me as a hooker? I felt so embarrassed and wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.

This is the worst feeling I ever felt in my life. I’m ashamed and mortified by my actions. I left the apartment and called for a taxi wondering why he had to behave like this at the end. That’s when Kristen’s words came to my mind, that all men are irrational, they don’t know how to treat a woman. She was right.

I feel like I was being used, at least if he’d left his phone number, I wouldn’t feel this way.

I knew I shouldn’t expect these things. When I came back to my dormitory, tears were all over my eyes, as this was too humiliating.

I thought he was genuinely interested in me and I never cared about his background. I shouldn’t have done this with someone like him. I was too naïve that I wanted to know him as a person but he was only interested in sleeping with me. That’s when everything dawned on me that I’m such a fool and I deserve this disrespect.

How come I trusted a total stranger? Being drunk isn’t an excuse. I should’ve known the consequences but I didn’t care. The result of going with the flow without being conscious has given me great shame. I shouldn’t have done this, but it’s fine. I decided not to make that mistake ever again.

I came into my dormitory feeling lost and frustrated. I saw Kristen sleeping like there’s no care in the world. I got frustrated and wanted to smother her with that pillow. Because of her, I ended up in this mess. Trusting that she would stay by my side, is my mistake. When alcohol enters, no one will be the same.

It would’ve been better if I stayed the fuck out of all this.

I headed to the bathroom, stayed in the shower for a long, and cleaned all the places where he touched, kissed, and licked. It gave me a sense of relief.

I thought I needed to forget this incident altogether and never indulge in such activities ever again.

I came out of the bathroom and laid on my bed. I didn’t wake up for that whole day.