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But he unceremoniously sat down on the couch. You’ve got some nerve!

“Arthur, I want you out of my apartment!” She started shouting even louder.

“I’m not going, I don’t want to.”

“Who do you think you are?” I got angry, and I went up to him and grabbed his arm to help him get out of here.

“Hey, keep it down,” he warned me as he yanked my arm away from him.

“Arthur, this isn’t funny anymore.”

“It’s not funny to me either. Especially yesterday, when you made me look like a complete idiot.”

“Oh, so you’re that touchy-feely type, are you? I didn’t know that.”

“Now you know it’s better to be nice to me.”

“Well, you and I are equals now,” I said as I walked to my window.

“You and I will never be equal. Do you know why?”

“No, why not?” I asked, and I wanted to turn toward him, but he wouldn’t let me, pressing his hard body against the window.

“Because,” he whispered languidly in his own voice. I could feel his excitement.

“You don’t confess your desires as I confess mine to you. His hand slid down my bare thigh.”

“Arthur, don’t,” I begged, though I was burning with desire.

“You want to,” he whispered, and then he moved his hand to my neck.

“Arthur. His hand overtook my flesh.”

“You’ve only just showered. Your skin is so fresh and sweet,” he stroked lightly, then dipped his index finger inside me.

I moaned softly in response.

“Were you thinking of me when you caressed yourself in the shower? Did you imagine it was my hands caressing you? For instance, I thought of you when I was fucking Blanche. I even called her by your name. And when you fucked your Lancaster, did you imagine me in his place?”

“No,” I lied to him again.

“It’s not good to lie,” he pulled the towel off me as he continued to finger-fuck me.

“What a beautiful view from the eighteenth floor,” he said, and I only now realized that I was standing in front of a huge panoramic window, pinned completely naked by Arthur. And it turned me on like crazy.

“You like that, don’t you? Don’t you, Alex?”

“Yeah,” I said, barely audible.

“I can’t hear you, say it again,” he scoffed.

“Yes, I do. It turns me on,” I yelled.

“That’s what I wanted to hear from your cheeky mouth,” he said, and plunged two fingers into me already. Ahhhh. It’s unbearably sweet!

“Now, do you want to cum from my fingers, or would you prefer to continue satisfying yourself in the shower on your own?”

“No, I want your fingers,” I admitted, and he realized that one wasn’t enough for me, so he plunged the other into me.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned.

“That’s it,” he began to move them inside me harder, his lips kissing the back of my neck.

“You know, you have many sins, Alex, but the biggest one is denying yourself what you want. And you try so hard to do that.”

“I won’t do it anymore,” I moaned, as I couldn’t speak clearly. What he was doing to me was insane.

“Don’t move,” he ordered, and moved away from me. I thought that that was it, that he had decided to punish me and leave me unsatisfied, but no, he was back.

“You and I had forgotten about the condoms last time. But this time, I prepared myself.”

“Yes, protection first,” I affirmed.

“Do you want me, Alex? ” Arthur grabbed me by the throat and forced me to look at him.

“I know I do, though. You’re so wet and hot.”

“Yes!”

“Okay,” he pulled away again to put the condom on.

“Are you ready for me? “He ran his head over my flesh.

“I am.”

“Can’t you hear me? “I thought I’d make fun of you.

“Yeah, fuck me already,” I pleaded, and he thrust sharply into me. So hard that my eyes immediately went dark. Too deep and intense penetration.

“That’s it, feel me inside you,” said, squeezing my breasts and entering me faster and harder each time.

“I’m fucking you, and absolutely everyone can see it, and you don’t care at all, since you’re completely lost in reality and in your desire.”

“Obedient girl.”

And I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t speak at all. All he did was make me moan and gasp.

“Alex, you have a luscious ass, slapping my ass.”

“Fucking you gives me the most pleasure,” he added, and I didn’t understand what was happening to me at that moment, I turned sharply, gathering my strength and pushing him away from me. I didn’t expect to hear those words coming out of Arthur’s mouth.

He was beginning to lose his mind. He was turning into a horny, sick, maniac obsessed with me. It makes me scared. I’m starting to get really scared of him. I used to think it would all be just a game, but I don’t want to play with him anymore. I’m getting scared.

What are you doing, Alex? – I asked when I realized what had happened. He tried to touch me, but I slapped him in the face.

“Don’t you dare, don’t you dare ever say those words again,” I yelled back. Screaming without holding back my emotions.

“Yeah, what’s the matter with you? Are you out of your mind?” He tried to make me more angry with his idiotic questions.

“Get out,” I yelled as I went to the closet and grabbed the first -shirt I could find to put on. To hide my nakedness in front of him.

“You wanted it, damn it! You did!” He kept yelling, but I tried to ignore everything he said.

Arthur pulled on his pants, took off the condom and threw it in the trash.

“What are you like! ” was the only thing he said.

“Get out,” I kept telling him, as I really wanted to be alone.

“Is this your way of getting back at me? You didn’t let me cum?” his question made me laugh.

“Are you laughing, too? Alex, do you think it’s so funny?”

“I don’t want to talk to you. Think what you want. Just go away,” I answered softly, hoping that’s what he would do after that.

“Okay, I hear you loud and clear. Don’t worry, I’ll find a place to dump all my excitement. I’ve got Blanche.”

“Don’t forget to take another dose of drugs to get more high.”

“I won’t forget, Alex,” he agreed and walked out of my apartment, slamming the door loudly.

Why have I been remembering that night lately? It’s been ten years. I’m afraid that fateful day might break into my life again. I cursed my mother for the beauty that was passed down from her-black hair, scarlet lips, blue eyes, and snow-white skin. As a child, I had always been compared to Snow White.

After everything that had happened that day, I wanted to take a blade in my hands and disfigure my face. Then I would look like the quasi-modo from Victor Hugo’s novel Notre Dame de Paris, and I wouldn’t be loved or wanted as much as I do all the time. To be born beautiful is not to be happy. Many will take advantage of your beauty, your beautiful body, but not love your soul. They all think I’m heartless, I don’t want to love and be loved. I believe that myself sometimes, and I try to put on the mask of an indifferent bitch. But it’s just a mask. I used to think that I was always using men, but the truth is that they were using me. They were flattered by my being around them-beautiful, educated, intelligent. To show me off to their friends at business meetings, dinners, presentations, that’s what they needed me for. And of course, to satisfy their sexual fantasies with me. Even the only guy who was my friend didn’t hold back. I lost Arthur, I lost him. And the fact that he became this way, it was all my fault, Emma was right. Only me!!!

Arthur

Idiot!!! What an idiot she is! Everything started out so well, and how did it end? What got into her? I can’t figure it out. And if I start asking her about it, I’m sure I won’t hear anything good.

Okay, it’s time to relax a little,” I thought, and went to my room and took the bag of white powder that Blanche had left on the table.

I feel like a teenager, who had a very difficult childhood and who, in order to avoid problems and mental torment, chooses the easiest way for himself – drugs and sex.

But I was a good, well-behaved boy. It was time to become bad. I scattered the contents of the bag, laid out two lanes in front of me, twisted a fifty-dollar bill into a tube and began to suck it into my nostrils. Alexa herself wanted me to feel a sense of euphoria, but she didn’t think about the fact that I would lose sleep over the damn drug, damn it! I wasn’t tired at all, even though I wanted to sleep like hell before. Chasing me out of her apartment at exactly midnight was not a good idea on her part. It’s a good thing the cab was quick and got me home. And who does she think she is? A princess, a queen? She thinks she can blow me off all the time like that? I’m sick of it. I’m not going to prove anything to her anymore, she’s going to be sorry.

“I hope that bitch is still awake,” I said to myself, and dialed her number.

“Yes,” she answered in a sleepy voice.

“Bitch,” I shouted into the phone and turned it off. She didn’t call back. Fine, after waiting a few more minutes, I decided to do it myself.

“Yes,” she answered again.

“What a bitch you are, Alex.”

“Arthur, leave me alone.” She was the first one to turn off the phone this time.

It’s okay, I’ll get you there. Dialed again.

“Arthur, go to hell,” she said as soon as she picked up the phone.

“Alex, we’re going to hell with you.”

“What do you mean?”

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“Arthur, you must have overdosed on too many drugs to be talking such nonsense.”

” I decide how much I need.”

– You’ll be lost if you keep doing that.

“I’m already gone, bitch. How can you not understand that?”

– I don’t understand you at all.

“I think about you all the time.”

“It’ll pass.”

“You don’t understand anything,” and he turned off the phone again.

What’s the matter with me? I’m getting hot and my eyes are starting to blur? I’m beginning to suffocate.

“Arthur, I came to see you,” I saw Alexa in front of me. No, it can’t be? She couldn’t have gotten to Brooklyn from Manhattan in two minutes. It just wasn’t real.

“Come here, I came to apologize.”

“No, it’s not you,” he started yelling at her.

“It’s me, just come to me,” she or my imagination kept saying.

“No, it’s all my hallucinations. Go away.”

” I want you to be Hartman and do with me all the things you’ve dreamed of for so long. I want it, madly. Especially after our wild sex tonight outside the window, in front of millions. I don’t know what came over me, but I’m ready to redeem myself completely,” her voice was so real that I was beginning to doubt it.

“No, you’re my hallucination, get out,” I shouted, fighting her off with my hands and squatting down, clutching my face in my hands. What on earth is happening to me? I can’t fee