Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Gripping his cock, he lined the tip against her pussy, and staring into her eyes, he slammed balls-deep inside her. She was so tight.
And then he heard something else, he heard that scream. Only this wasn’t one he heard weeks ago, filled with fear. This was pain. Staring into Jade’s eyes, he knew she was hurting, that she was in pain, and what was more, he was the cause.
“Tell me you’re not a virgin.”
“Not anymore.”
Chapter Four
Sundays used to be fun days for Jade. They were the times she caught up on her laundry. She didn’t have a machine in her apartment as there was a separate communal space on the main floor of the apartment building.
Only today, she didn’t need to go to the laundry room, as she had done hers two days ago. When she had met her mystery man.
So, rather than do what she had come to love as part of her routine, she instead sat on her sofa and tried not to think about what happened with him.
He’d pushed inside her, and the pain had been so shocking, she’d been unable to stop herself from making a sound. She had read, long ago, that a woman’s first time was painful, but she hadn’t expected how much it would hurt. It had startled her, and then, to make matters worse, he’d stopped. He had pulled away like he was repulsed by her. Jade hadn’t stopped him. She didn’t know how he had left her apartment, only that he had done so.
There had been blood on her sheets. For hours, she had sat on her bed, legs pulled tight to her chest, where she looked at that stain, knowing she had given herself to a man whose name she didn’t even know. Jade didn’t know what had pulled her out of her stupor. She’d gone for a shower first, attempted to wash off all memory of her first ever disastrous encounter. Next, she’d gone to her bedroom, stripped her bed, and gone and done her laundry.
Since then, she’d been numb, walking around in a daze, not sure what to do. She had thought about her first time a lot. Never had she imagined it would go so disastrously. Every time she tried not to think about it, it seemed that was all she could do, which was a nightmare.
And so, on a Sunday, she sat, no television, just staring off into space. Not at the chair. She hadn’t touched that chair since she found him sitting in it, because she didn’t want to think about it.
What had she done wrong?
Was it because she was a virgin? Did he hate that?
What had repulsed him?
Time ticked by.
The hours melded together, and when it finally got dark, Jade was so fed up of thinking about him, she made a decision. There was a bar, not too far from where she lived. Her hands shook as she grabbed a black dress, some tights, because it was still so very cold, and some heels. She didn’t know what she was going to do, or why, but she left her apartment, complete with a large jacket.
She walked, once again with speed, heading toward the bar. It was just around the corner, never busy. There was no line, and she had to walk down steps to get to the door. She took a deep breath, made her way downstairs, and stepped on through. There were several men and women, with a couple on the dance floor. Ignoring them, she went straight to the bar and took a seat.
Jade didn’t intend to pick anyone up, but she did hope to be distracted. That was all she wanted. A couple of hours not thinking about the man who had entered her life in the most unconventional way, and had caused nothing but a catastrophe.
The bartender approached her, and she asked for a glass of wine. She hated beer, didn’t like tequila, and she just wanted a nice quiet drink. Wine sounded nice.
The bartender gave her a glass of wine, and then continued to talk with other customers.
She stared at the glass and then rubbed at her temples. She didn’t know what the hell she was doing. This wasn’t what she wanted. Why was she behaving this way? Fear ran down her spine and her stomach felt like it was doing flip-flops.
She would drink the wine and then go home. Lifting the glass to her lips, she took a sip and tried not to grimace. It didn’t taste very nice. This is why she stuck to tea, coffee, or fruit juices and waters.
“Do you want to tell me what the fuck you’re doing here?”
Jade tensed as her mystery man himself cut off the view of the rest of the bar. He was so much larger than her, and it was all muscle, not that she had seen him naked.