He Likes Them Pure
My boyfriend, Zayne Jefferson, is particularly gifted in certain ways. Every time we're intimate, he insists on trying something new.
More than once, he gently coaxes me, saying, "Once you graduate, we'll get married."
And I believe him. I throw myself into my studies, pushing hard to finish my credits early. At the same time, I secretly watch all kinds of videos at night and read up on techniques. I want to keep his body satisfied.
One night, I stay up too late studying and miss curfew. I run to the bar to find him, where I overhear him chatting with his friends.
"Zayne, is your girlfriend really that wild in bed?" one guy asks.
"Of course. He trained her himself!" another guy says.
"What about Yasmin?"
Zayne exhales a stream of smoke, his eyes soft. "She's different. She's pure."
In that moment, I begin to hate him.
Back on campus, I make a call to my professor. "That secret program you mentioned… I want in."
From this day on, my life belongs only to my career.