Se connecterWhat the fuck is wrong with me?I dressed up happily, was unhappy that he wasn't early, and now the day isn't happening again, and what do I feel relief?What fucking relief? Why relief?But, what's next?It's 7:13 PM. I'm dressed up with nowhere to go. Mom and Dad gone for hours, and Jax, my Stepbrother is upstairs.The thought hit me.Jax is upstairs. The house empty. I'm all dressed up.What do I do with that?I don't know why.But I grabbed my keys, my purse, headed to the door, and going to my car.What am I going to do?Maybe drive somewhere to clear my head. Clear my head and try to properly process this, and not just sit in the house.Outside the evening air was cool. The sun was setting, and it was all orange-ish. I walked to my car in the driveway. I opened the driver's door, slid in and the door.I just sat there. I sat there not knowing what to do.My keys were in my hand, and I was about to put them in the ignition. I was just about to start the car. And do what? Go some
The time was 7:00PM.I was standing at the window. The clock on the wall ticking started to tick after it moved past seven.There was still no car. And the street was empty.Maybe he's just running late.Mom looked at my side from the couch. "He's not here yet?""Traffic maybe," I said."I'm sure he'll be here any minute, honey."I nodded, as I kept watching. I didn't even look at her side.The time moved past 7. 7:02PM. There was still no sign of him.I held my phone tight in my hand, and just kept cjecking it obsessively.No text. No call. Nothing from him that's about why he's late.Dad chuckled from his chair. "Kids these days, always running late."“Honesly. It's Gen-z thing. A few minutes, he'll probably be here." I heard Mom say.My stomach started twisting."Oh!" Mom stood up suddenly. "We need to head out."I turned from the window. "What?""I told you about my evening, remember?" She said while grabbing her purse.Dad checked his watch. "We're actually running late ourselves
I finally agreed on a dress. It was the exact blue i picked earlier. After much thinking, it's just really feels perfectly appropriate. I picked it up and laid it out on the chair.I did a makeup trial. Full face. I checked if the hickeys are properly covered. They are, completely hidden under layers of concealer.His marks invisible to everyone but me.I took it all off. I'll do them fresh later.Around 4 PM I heard cars in the driveway.Mom and Dad came back home. I heard the door closed. I heard their voices downstairs. I just in my room.“Scarlett! We’re home!” Mom called up.I went to my door. Opened it. “Hey!”“Come say hi!”Sigh.I dragged my feet and forced myself downstairs. Mom and Dad were in the kitchen. Their shopping bags on the counter.Cool. Couple's Saturday I see.“Where’ve you been?”“Errands, lunch, Home Depot, and many more,” Dad said.“Long boring day,” Mom added, smiling.“You’ve been in your room all day?”“Yeah, just relaxing.”Mom’s face lit up. “Oh! Your dat
The time was crawling, literally.It’s 9 AM. I still have about ten hours until Miles picks me up.I was sitting on my bed surrounded by dress options. I've chosen on, but I'm still yet to decide the exact one I'm taking, even though the blue see favourite at the moment.I tried to distract myself. I switched on my laptop, checked through multiple emails, scrolled through Instagram without seeing anything. I looked at the brand account. Engagement is up. Pre-orders climbing. And I can say that I felt absolutely nothing.I closed the laptop.The restlessness was insane. I can't sit still. I stood up from the bed, and looked out the window. Back to bed, and repeat.Every time I moved, I felt it. The still sore between my legs that's as a result of his fingers, his mouth, three orgasms. The evidence was just there, and won’t fade.My pussy clenched as it all went through my mind and I decided that I had to stop walking.I tried to work. Opened my brand files and checked everything that n
I closed my door behind me, and tried to process it all.Last night versus this morning. The whiplash was killing me.I looked at my bed. Untouched again. Two nights in a row I slept in his bed, came in his bed and screamed his name into his pillow.I walked to the bathroom, and looked at myself in the mirror.I was finally able to see the marks on my neck. Dark hickeys, bruises on my hips from his hands gripping me. Faint marks on my inner thighs where he spread me open.They were all faint marks, all of them, but they were enough evidence of him all over me. I have to cover it up. To go out with Miles.The irony wasn’t fucking lost on me.I got in the shower. I turned on hot water, washing him away. His scent, his touch, the dried sweat from fucking three orgasms out of me.I was just standing under the spray trying to reset.But I couldn’t.My body remembered everything. The sore between my legs. Every movement was a reminder of his fingers buried deep inside me, his mouth devourin
I woke up first.My eyes opened slightly and I woke up to the morning light was filtering through his curtains. I was still laid in his bed. His arm was heavy around my waist and his whole body covered mind and I was spooned against him.The whole of last night started coming back slowly. I slept here all night. In his room. In his bed.It’s Saturday. The date is today.My eyes opened very wide.My body was still sore everywhere. I could feel it literally everywhere, between my legs, my thighs aching. My neck is so fucking sensitive, probably covered in marks.Three orgasms. Three orgasms left their mark on every inch of me.I wanted to move. I wanted to get out of this place, get an end to this moment, and get something doing.But once we get up, the day starts. And the day ends with Miles.It was the exact moment I wanted to move that I felt him stir behind me. His arms was tightening and pulling me closer, and his whole face was buried in my hair.“Uhnnn... Morning,” he mumbled aga
That afternoon turned into a real ordeal all on its own. I did everything I could to shake it off. I took a romance book that's been sitting on my nightstand since God knows when. It was a story about a particular flawless couples tumbling head over heels for each other. I fixed my eyes on one sin
I could not even move after that. His lips pulled free from mine. He got up off my bed as if I had become something dangerous all at once. He looked me deep in the eyes all and spoke those words that hit me right in the chest. That was the last time. He just left the room. He walked out like som
The front door opened at about Seven P.M.I knew it was him before I even heard the keys. I just felt it in my bones. The way the air in the house shifted, and felt suffocating, like oxygen was going extinct.I was on the couch, curled into the corner with my knees to my chest,
The laptop screen was too bright, like it was mocking my attempt to focus.I'd dragged it to my bed, five minutes early for my call with Nina, because that’s what I did—show up and pretend like everything's fine.I was wearing Jax's oversized shirt. No bra. No shorts. Just the s







