I woke up with his fingers caressing my naked hips. My eyes opened slowly and I looked at his hand on me, his fingers trailing along my hipbones and pressing down on my skin. He’d pulled down the covers around me, exposing my naked body to the morning sun that was pouring through the window. It felt warm on my skin.

“Good morning,” I said, my voice husky.

He didn’t look at me. He kept touching me, though, gentle, sweet little caresses that felt nothing like him.

“You need to go home,” he told me, and I seethed at his words.

“Then get me some clothes so I can leave,” I said, and he looked into my eyes, his fingers rubbing my hip.

“Might send you home naked,” he said. “Just make you walk down to the car with your ass bare and your tits out.”

I pushed him off me and giggled, but he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me against him. He was still naked and his cock pressed against my ass as he held me in place.

“Let me go,” I said, and he laughed into my hair.

“In a second.”

He reached for his cock and guided it between my legs, the tip pressing against my pussy. My breath hitched but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing the effect he had on me. He eased my thighs open and pressed himself between my pussy lips. I could feel the bead of precum he was smearing all over my cunt. And I did my best not to react even though I wanted to, badly.

I wondered if he was just going to fuck me like this.

“I want to,” he said, and I wondered if he could read my mind. “I want to just take it from you now.”

It felt like he was talking to himself, but I wanted him to do it nonetheless. I didn’t care how it happened, I just wanted it to be with him. After everything that had already gone down, it was almost impossible to believe I was still a virgin.

“Do it,” I whispered. My fingers dipped between my legs and I touched the tip of his cock, earning a hiss. “Just do it right now…”

He hesitated, toying with his cock and pushing it as far between my pussy lips as it would go. I gasped, and my heart pounded in my chest. Would he really do it?

He groaned and pushed deeper. I could feel his cock against my hymen and it made me wiggle my ass against his hips desperately.

“Please,” I begged. “Just do it now.”

His free hand caged me in as he wrapped it around my middle, pinching my nipple between his fingers. He tweaked it into a point and I swallowed hard, wanting so much more. But I didn’t say a word.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he whispered in the shell of my ear. “Insane, Pet, really fucking insane. You make me want to hurt you so bad.”

“Please,” I choked out. “Please, hurt me.”

My pussy spasmed on top of his cock and he cursed out loud. I could feel his dick throbbing against me, and his arms were so tight around me I thought he would break me. I wanted him to.

Everything stood still as I waited for him to do it. Waited for him to break my pussy open around his cock and make me a woman. It felt like I was dying and it was beautiful.

“Just tell me what you want,” I managed to get out. “Anything, I’ll do anything for you… Whatever you want.”

He groaned, his fingers finding my throat and squeezing it shut. “Why? Why the fuck would you do that, stupid little girl?”

“Because…” I swallowed hard, my heart racing. What the hell was I supposed to tell him? “Because I’m addicted to you already… Because I want you, and I need you, and I’m falling for you…”

He pulled away from me with a groan and my heart nearly exploded. Stupid stupid stupid, so fucking stupid.

“Let me call you a cab,” he said, getting up from the bed and picking up his cellphone from the nightstand.

I allowed myself one second of curling up into a little ball, alone with my fears and the sadness he’d invoked when he’d disregarded my words. I knew it was moronic. This was a man I’d known for less than a day. But how else could I explain what happened to me when he was around, when he so much as looked at me?

I picked myself up, carried all the broken pieces to the other end of the room, as far away from him as possible, and hoped he got a good look at my body before he kicked me out.

“Can you give me some clothes?” I asked in a harsh voice, and he nodded.

He opened a closet, filled with expensive suits and carefully pressed shirts, and pulled out a striped blue and white shirt. He passed it over to me and when my hand brushed his, I felt sparks flying. I took it from him and slipped it on, buttoning it up over my nakedness. It was way too big, covering my ass.

I walked over to where he’d discarded his clothes last night and stole his belt, putting it around my waist to make the shirt look like a dress.

“Ready,” I told him with a big, bright smile. Fake as fuck.

He stared at me as he called a cab and my heart broke all over again because I was sure I’d never see him again. He ended the call and ushered me out of his bedroom and into the living room.

I put my heels on in there, feeling so ridiculous in my getup, it made me giggle out loud. He didn’t acknowledge it and I stood there like an idiot, unsure if he’d walk me downstairs or what. It was awkward as fuck. I walked to the front door and he followed behind me.

“I’ll be going then,” I told him, and he nodded, running a hand through his hair. There were a few gray ones at his temples. He looked so hot. “Well, bye.”

“Goodbye, Pet,” he said, and opened the front door for me.

I was so angry I could’ve just burst into flames on the spot.

I stormed out of his apartment and looked over my shoulder in time to see him closing the door. That pissed me off even more and I ran back, jamming my body between the door and the frame and glaring at him.

“Seriously?” I asked him. “Fucking seriously?”

“Seriously what?” he asked, his face blank. He was so fucking painfully handsome.

“You won’t even ask for my damn number?”

“Why?” He looked confused. I wanted to cry.

“You don’t even know my name,” I spat out.

“Your name isn’t important for what I want,” he said simply.

That was when I slapped his face.

Or tried to.

He grabbed my wrist and I yelped with pain as he pried it away.

“My name is Sapphire,” I told him. “Sapphire Rose Faye, and I’m a person. And you’re fucking hurting me.”

He leaned in against me and grinned in my face.

“You look pretty when you’re hurting,” he said. “I fucking like it.”

I tore myself from his grip so fast I nearly toppled over.

“Fuck you,” I told him. “Fuck you so hard.”

“But you didn’t,” he reminded me.

“And I won’t,” I said, and he laughed. “I’m fucking serious!”

“I think that’s up to me, not you,” he said, and the bastard closed the door.

* * *

“What. The fuck. Have you done?”

Veronica was furious, her eyes blazing when I came home. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw my outfit, my mussed hair and my ruined makeup.

“Are you fucking serious right now?”

“What?” I asked innocently, setting down my stuff on the kitchen counter. “I’m home.”

“I got a fucking call from the company!” she shouted. “I’m fucking fired!”

“Shit.” I bit my bottom lip. “I’m so sorry, Veronica, I…”

“You didn’t fucking think,” she spat out. “You just left with some fucking guy! You didn’t even think about me! And what in fucking hell’s name is that monstrosity?”

She pointed to a huge canvas leaned against the wall and I nearly cried with laughter when I realized it was the painting from the previous night, the one he’d bought for me. A giggle escaped me and she roared with anger.

“I’m fucking done here, Sapphire,” she told me. “Done. I was going to do this later, but might as well get it over with now.”

She crossed her arms in front of her body and the ring on her finger glinted. It was a shitty, tiny stone.

“You got engaged?” I asked her, hoping to distract her. I really was a bad friend.

“Yes,” she replied sharply. “And he’s moving in. So I was going to give you a week to leave, but you know what? Fuck that, Sapphire. Get the fuck out of here.”

My mouth dropped open and I stared at her incredulously. “Are you being serious?”

“Yes!” she screamed, the rage coming off her like steam. “I am, you got me fucking fired. All for some guy… You know, Sapph, I really thought we could be friends. But I do not associate with sluts.”

I just stood there awkwardly, thinking about the previous night. I really was a slut.

“Fine,” I replied in a small voice. “I’ll go pack up my shit.”

“Good,” she said, watching me leave.

I got to my tiny, cramped room and slammed the door closed behind me. I looked at the space I called mine and wanted to fucking cry. But there’d been enough tears today. I went to the creaking closet and started pulling my shit out. How I’d get it out of here, I didn’t know. I didn’t even own a fucking suitcase.

I spent the next few hours packing up my room. I put everything in piles, deciding whether I should swallow my pride and ask Veronica to lend me a hand with the heavier stuff. Or maybe I needed to call my parents. Mom and Dad hadn’t even called me the past few weeks. No one gave a shit anymore.

I swallowed back a sob and sat on the bed. How had my week gone from so fucking amazing to a complete fucking nightmare in a matter of hours?

There was a knock on the door, and I called for Veronica to come in.

She stood in the doorway, her arms crossed – probably to show off that stupid fucking ring – and glared at me.

“Who was the man you left with last night?” she asked, and I glared at her.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” I snapped, and she smirked.

“He got me my job back,” she informed me. “At least I think it was him. And a pay raise. Good for you, Sapph, at least you know how to whore it out with the right people.”

I got up from my bed and walked up to her until our faces were inches apart. She had lipstick on her teeth.

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that,” I told her. “You don’t know shit.”

“I do,” she smirked, tilting her head. “I know you gave up your fucking cherry for the first guy that found your bony ass hot. You probably screamed like a pig when he fucked you.”

“Veronica,” I told her sweetly. “When I give up my cherry, you’ll be the first to know. And I’ll fucking think about your pathetic, ugly face when I’m done coming, because that shitty ring on your hand? It’s as good as your life is ever going to get.”

“Get the fuck out,” she hissed, and I laughed in her face.

“Gladly.”

I pushed past her, not bothering with any of my shit. I didn’t care, I just needed to get away from her.

“By the way, you’re welcome, about the pay raise. And tell Craig I said hi.” I grinned at her sweetly. “Oh, he’s fucking Jessica, by the way.”

Her face blanched when she heard that. I’d known about her boyfriend fucking our other roommate for weeks now.

“Too bad he couldn’t have me,” I finished. “He did try, you know. Told me my pussy would be so much sweeter than yours.”

I remembered the night he got drunk as fuck, making a move on me in the kitchen. Fucking prick. They deserved each other.

“Get the fuck OUT!” Veronica screamed at me.

“Bye, honey,” I smiled wide. “Hope you like tasting your best friend’s cunt on your boyfriend’s cock!”