Don Cheats, I Quit!
Then, he suddenly grabbed my wrist and pleaded with a desperate look in his eyes, “Grace, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have forced myself on you, and I shouldn’t have kept you locked up. I never should have…”
He burped before he managed to finish his sentence. The look in his eyes grew increasingly lost.
I sniggered condescendingly at his behavior but made a show of being forgiving and gentle with him.
I gently stroked his furrowed brow, and when I spoke, my voice was as soft as a feather, “What did you do wrong?”
My advances seemed to work because he began to relax. Soon, his eyes welled up with tears.
“I shouldn't have lied to you and told you I was allergic to women. I shouldn’t have gotten i