When I get home later that night, I pace my apartment; my inability to sleep is the replaying of the fucking horrible shitshow that unfolded just an hour ago.

I don’t know how the hell I’m ever supposed to show my face at the restaurant again, much less ever speak to Rocco.

He didn’t even fucking come after me and I had to wait for at least half an hour for my Uber to show up.

In my mind, Rocco had plenty of time to chase after me and beg me to stay with him but to my buzzkill chagrin…he didn’t.

If I didn’t know whether or not Jana truly hated me before. There’s most certainly no denying it now.

I shudder as I remember the way her cold, dark eyes gazed through me as if she wanted to literally throw a fucking dagger at me.

I feel like a complete fucking fool. An idiot full of stupidity for even believing a single thing that Rocco said.

I strip down to my underwear and crawl into bed like a worm digging through the moist earth.

I wrap the blankets around my head and cocoon myself into a little protective sack, burrowing deep inside as if my bed can really fucking protect me from the outside world.

I cringe each time I remember how Jana’s face looked when she saw my legs spread wide open and Rocco on top of me.

How the fuck did she get in the room anyway? I could have sworn I remember Rocco locking it…

Why would she try to enter without knocking? I know she and Rocco have a history. Perhaps she thought she could get him into bed tonight?

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to distract myself with other thoughts but it’s no use. I’m going to have another sleepless night, replaying the nightmare over and over again in my head.

When I wake up again, I can tell it’s morning before I even open my eyes. The light spills in like a canopy over the room and usually, there is nothing I love more than the feeling of warm sunshine beaming its way in to welcome a new day.

Only today I’m fucking screaming inside, still reeling from being caught in the act with Rocco.

I pull a robe on, yawn and stretch while I stumble to my kitchen. I put a K-cup into the coffee machine and listen as it makes the satisfying sound of dribbling to my waiting coffee cup.

It’s at that moment, that I hear a knock on the door. I have no idea who might be here at this hour, so I look through the peephole and I notice it’s Rocco.

He looks like he’s carrying a brown bag. I reluctantly open the door, wondering what he’s doing here. If he’s here to tell me everything is going to be alright, I really could have fucking done without his delay and gotten a decent night’s sleep.

I open the door and he smiles brightly. “Good morning,” he states in a refreshing tone as if nothing has happened out of the ordinary.

“Hello,” I scratch my head and then point to the bag. “What’s that?”

He pats its contents. “This, is breakfast,” he grins proudly.

I invite him in because he’s so fucking cute and any man who wants to cook for me, well let’s just say I won’t kick them out of bed.

“You really don’t have to do this,” I watch him unpack several items and place them on my counter.

He looks at me. “I insist. It’s the least I can do.”

I guess that’s my apology.

“I have good news,” he says cheerily.

“What is it?” I can hardly wait for the answer.

I got Jana to back down last night. She’s finally fucking calming down,” he chuckles.

“Did she spend the night?” I ask the million-dollar question and hold my breath for his response.

“Hell, no!’ Rocco spits out and makes a sour face. “I sent her away pronto!” He shouts with deep and profound offense in his voice. “She’s so jealous of you,” he adds.

“That’s hard to believe,” I admit.

“You’re gorgeous,” he says as he winks at me and my heart turns to the fucking butter he’s melting in the pan.

“I don’t want anything to come between us and our new relationship,” Rocco states.

Wait a minute, did he just say ‘relationship?’ Is that what we’re in after sleeping together?

I mean, I am totally into him, but I had no idea he feels the same way. He’s throwing me off guard completely.

I try not to allow the surprise to show on my face. “Uh-huh,” I nod, not knowing how to really respond to his admittance of us being in a relationship.

One thing is for certain, I want to cream my panties at the thought of being his girlfriend though.

“You look flabbergasted,” he laughs.

I shrug and turn red. “Well, I must admit, I don’t see you as the settling down with a girlfriend type of guy.”

He rolls his eyes playfully. “Don’t believe everything you hear about me.”

“You are cute and fun and really sexy,” I whisper, getting turned on yet again.

“How could you not figure it out that I am into you?” he teases.

“I don’t know,” I say.

“You won’t even believe how many times I have gotten off while thinking about you,” he gives me a naughty smile.

“Really?” I beam at the compliment. My heart flutters in my chest and I can feel the tingle of burning desire spreading like wildfire through my body.

“Yes,” he turns off the stove and slowly approaches me. By now, both of us are forgetting about breakfast.

He wraps his arms around my waist and I place mine around his neck. He leans in for a kiss and his mouth tastes like lemonade.

I sigh contentedly and all but dissolve in his arms. We walk to my couch, keeping our embrace before he gently sets me down.

Then, he gets that devilish expression on his face again.

“What?” I ask.

“You are a naughty girl, right?”

“Yes,” I bite my lip, wanting to know where he’s going with this.

“Are you adventurous?”

“Always,” I nod.

“Come here,” he gently pulls me back off the couch and opens the blinds to my living room windows.

“What are you doing?” I laugh.

His face is all serious business now. He doesn’t say a word as he pulls off my robe, exposing me and leaving me completely naked for people on the street a few floors below to see.

He pushes his head between my legs, burying his face in my pussy. I’m soaking wet by now in the erotic desire of the moment and the fact that I’m so vulnerable in this spot.

“This feels amazing,” I moan and lean against the window.

I run my hands through his hair as he tickles my clitoris with his swirling tongue, working magic on my engorged, wet and swollen pussy.

After a few minutes, I know I’m building up to climax again and he grabs my ass cheeks to pull them apart.

I cry out with lust as I come all over his face. My warm cum drips and oozes out of my sensitive pink pussy and he drinks up every last drop.

He grins up at me and his mouth is glistening with my pussy juices.

“Taste yourself,” he orders as he kisses my mouth.

“Mmmm,” I sigh softly.

I can feel his hard cock poking my inner thigh. “Take your cock out and fuck me you now, dirty boy,” I say.

“Gladly.” He undresses and pounces on me.

He presses me against the window and holds my wrists in place. He groans as his throbbing cock completely fills me, penetrating me with amazing sensations of ecstasy.

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” he grunts as he pounds me against the wall. “You are my sexy, naughty girl and I’m fucking you for the whole city to see.”

I moan loudly, excited to be a part of this passion with him and I love the thrill of people being able to see us.

Rocco is fucking hot and I grip his biceps. He is sturdy, strong, and protective. I love it when he talks dirty to me and takes control.

He’s hitting my g-spot in perfectly right now and I know I’m going to come any second.

“I think I’m coming again,” I shout and wrap my legs around his waist.

He pumps in and out of me, faster and faster as the sound of his cock makes a slapping suction sound inside my pussy.

I come with passion and vigor, getting my pussy juices all over his hard cock. A few seconds later, I know he succumbs to the pleasure because he grunts and tenses up before filling me with his hot load.

We move from the wall and he pulls out of me. I grab a throw blanket to wipe us off.

“That was hot,” I pant, and he holds me tight as if he never wants to let me go.