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– that he was going to fuck me and then lose interest in me. And really, I shouldn’t feel any better than I do.
    But even so.
    I just feel so damn shitty .
    I feel like trash ... Like a whore.
    And you know why that is?
    It’s because he asked me to leave afterwards. He didn’t even want to spend the rest of the night with me. That’s what gets me, what makes it sting so much.
    I mean, the sex itself was ... well, it was amazing . Breathtaking, in fact. So much better than I’d ever imagined it would be. And it was tender and romantic too. He was surprisingly careful with me. He really took his time. And honestly, I couldn’t imagine my first time being any better.
    But then he goes and ruins everything like that afterwards – reminding me that I’m no better than a cheap whore?
    Fuck you, Marcus Whitelaw.
    For a minute there you had me fooled. But now I can see that you’re no better than anyone else. You’re just like all those guys that used to come to visit my mom – as soon as you’ve got what you want, then that’s it, isn’t it?
    I fight back another urge to stuff my face into my pillow and just scream my damn lungs out.
    I guess the thing that smarts the most is that it’s true, isn’t it?
    I am nothing better than a whore ...
     

 
     
     
    Marcus
     
    God damn work . Why the hell didn’t I just take the whole week off? What was I even thinking? First it was the dinner from hell with that boring old crone Malchovic last night, and now Greg’s reminding me that it’s his fucking birthday drinks tonight, too?!
    A part of me is considering bailing on him – just telling him I’m feeling unwell and going home ... Home to her .
    But another part of me knows that I shouldn’t let this girl get any deeper under my skin. And I can still take my time. I don’t need to go running home – to her or anyone.
    I’m the one in control here.
    I need to remember that.
    And I’ve still got plenty of time to enjoy that perfect body of hers ... That perfect pussy.
    God, I just need to taste her – to taste that sweetness on my tongue, to make her come with my mouth, with my cock ... to possess her completely ...
    She’s like an addiction.
    And maybe, just maybe, I’m already hooked ...
     
    §
     
    Alisha
     
    That night, I find myself waiting in my room for him again. I’ve even picked out my outfit: a figure-hugging dress, chosen specifically to show off my best assets, clinging so tightly to my skin it leaves nothing to the imagination, all in the hope of making him want me again. I know Helena told me that he was working late again tonight, but even so, I guess I just want to see him, maybe because if I do, in those precious moments when he’s focusing on me, then I won’t feel so much like a trashy, worthless whore.
    I know, I know.
    I’m a sucker for punishment, aren’t I?
    I guess I take after my mom in that respect, too ...
    I push myself up from the edge of my bed and pace listlessly up and down the room, as if perhaps I can somehow out-walk these weird feelings that are bubbling up inside me.
    I shoot a glance at the phone, wondering if I should maybe call Helena – ask her for a strong cocktail or a glass of that delicious red wine; just something to try and quiet down these chattering voices in my head.
    Because right now I’m worried that he’s already got what he wants from me, and that’s it. I’m yesterday’s news. For all I know, he’s probably out tonight at some bar with his work colleagues, hitting on some leggy waitress ...
    And as the hours tick on, and I start to get sleepy, my worst suspicions are confirmed.
    Midnight comes and goes, and with a heavy heart, I start to undress again, peeling off these slinky sexy clothes that he never even got to see me in, and then finally slip naked beneath the covers, resting my heavy head sadly against the pillow and letting my eyes droop close, thinking that right now he’s probably out in the city somewhere, looking for another