FORTY-SEVEN

ELLEN

When I woke up, the bed beside me was empty. Oliver was not there and I was lying alone naked on the bed. He left again. Why does he always leave when we have sex? I sat up, clutching the bedsheet to my body. I did not know how to feel, but I felt this whole thing was a mistake.

I should not have let him touch me, I should have kept my distance. I would amount nothing to this man except a one-night stand. I was someone he would always use to quench his sexual frustrations. Then and now, yet I have not learned my lessons.

I stared at his side which was now empty. Everything was the same as five years ago, except that this time, there was no bundle of money beside me. I sighed. I would not stay here and suck all day, I have a child to take care of.

I got off the bed, picked up my nightwear that was still tossed across the floor, and wore it back. Oliver satisfied every bit of my sexual hunger, no doubt, but it was excruciatingly hurtful to feel the way I feel