Chapter 2

DONNA

I wake up the following day, my legs intertwined into his. I inhale the fresh air coming from the slightly slid window panes.

He looks at me, a sly grin escaping his obviously handsome face.

"Morning sunshine?"

He is so sweet.

"Morning."

I murmur back.

"Hope you slept well."

"Of course."

I am in no mood for conversations lest I fall for him.

" You didn't tell me where you come from."

He continues.

I feel like am being interviewed.

" From the West.... "

" Oh great! I come from there too. "

This conversation is leading somewhere. Unfortunately, I don't disclose too much info to my fuck mates.

I rise up from the bed, grab a towel from the closet and head to the bathroom. It's obvious we are in his house.

"He lives all alone in this big house?"

I wonder...

I let the warm water from the shower flow down my already tired body. It gives me some calmness I never experienced before.

I am sore down there, thanks to the rough sex we had last night. He is an animal in bed...

He roughaged me like a wounded animal. When I told him that I am the stress reliever, I somehow meant it. He looked so fresh that morning.

I step out of the huge bathroom and as I wipe the water from my body, his eyes can't stop piercing through my flesh.

I ignore his obvious stare and proceed to wear my dress.

"Are you leaving? So soon? At least you should have spend another night here!"

He asks as I tie my hair into a ponytail.

"See you later Bruce..."

"Can't you at least listen to my story, why I was so stressed at the club last night?"

" Not now Bruce, that can wait... For now, I have another business to attend to.. "

" Can I have your number, at least I communicate to you?"

" You can always find me at the club."

With that, I make out for the door, still doing final touches to my sluggishly tied bun.

" This is yours... "

I look back and see him holding a bunch of dollars.

As for money, I never ask for payment but if one feels philanthropic enough, I can do with a few notes.

I literally grab them from his hands and murmur a soft "thanks" then head out of the room hastily.

Once out, I check out the beautiful house one last minute as I flag down a cab. Does he have a wife, family or something. He is the first person to bring me to his house. As if I give a fucking damn!

"I will surely see you again..." I imagine him riding me one more time and the thought of it makes me blush!

"I can as well keep you as my regular fuckmate..." But again, I have rules for my game. The more you see someone, the more you get attached to him.

No love attached..

Only heartbreaks.

I am an international heartbreaker. I need to keep it at that.

The next time I see him, he won't even get a chance to say hi. I am so done with him.

Back in my apartment, I chuck the clean notes from my porch. I count them and for sure, he was worth the trouble. I am a thousand dollars richer. That wasn't bad, was it?

Mmmmh.

I smile all the way to the kitchen, take some eggs from the fridge and set them on the kitchen counter. I am eating breakfast like the queen that I am...

The queen of heartbreaks.

I fry my omelette as I hum onto sweet tunes.

Why am I so happy?

I can't explain.

To me, love is a thing of the past.

It doesn't exist in my vocabulary.

I devour my breakfast, contemplating on my next move. I surely shall hit the club tonight and grab myself another unsuspecting prey.

That's the only task I know how to perform perfectly well....

I then lie on my bed, a bed I rarely sleep on. I decide to take a nap till lunch hour.

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"You are hurting me Maxwell! Please leave me alone, I am just but a small girl."

Max won't hear none of my pleas.

He is determined to satisfy himself. It doesn't matter whether I am a minor or not.

I just lie back, as the excruciating pain pierces through my entire body.

His breathe reeks of alcohol.

He doesn't even observe hygiene as he washes my face with his stinking saliva in the name of kissing.

My innocence has just been taken by a man old enough to be my father....

All thanks to my aunt who sees me as her Automatic Teller Machine.

After Max has had his way with me, he throws me a wolfish grin and murmurs.

"You are sweet. We should be doing this more oftenly. You will get used to it. Your auntie needs the money, I have the money. I need the pleasure and satisfaction."

With that, he blows me a kiss and exits.

I just lie back there, too exhausted and worn out to speak.

"Donna!" auntie Bree calls out loudly.

"Clean up now....you have another customer..."

I wake up with a start.

Oh my God!

I just had another nightmare.

One of those reccuring nightmares...