She's a Damn Nymphomaniac

“What… What are you saying?” Logan stuttered, while trying to comprehend her last words. The Alpha was confused and surprised with her confession and he was finding it difficult to believe.

“You heard me right Logan,” Orla muttered amidst tears, and then she slumped down on the bed. “You found me in a Brothel, but you didn’t care to know why I was there in the first place… what did you think? I was doing it for money? Or because I was blackmailed? Is that what you thought?” she queried in a breaking voice.

“Well, forgive me for not telling you earlier, but that wasn’t why I was working in a brothel, I wasn’t doing it because I couldn’t get a decent job, I wasn’t doing it because I was indebted to Susan. I was a damn sex worker because that was the only way I could keep up with my insatiable desire for sex, I was doing it because I was a nymphomaniac, a sex freak, I can’t survive a few hours without sex, I can’t resist the urge to do it at the slightest chance I get… don’t pity me, I a