HIS GUILTY PLEASURE
The engine roared to life and I peeled out, not looking back.
The city blurred past my window while I cried hard, snot and tears mixing, my hands gripping the wheel until my knuckles went white. “Never again,” I whispered to myself, voice hoarse.
“No man gets to fuck me up like this. I’ll make myself cum better than he ever did. I’ll find someone who actually wants this body and doesn’t sneak around.”
My best friend’s building came into view too soon. Sarah had texted me back the second I sent the SOS. “The door's open, babe. Come crash.