Dylan
Riley was passed out in bed, no doubt due to the jetlag. I couldn’t sleep. What I did was f*****g with my head. It wasn’t the s*x, per se. It was more so how I went about getting s*x from her. It was no secret that I always wanted Riley. Usually, when we had s*x, it was instinctual. This time, it was purposeful, which was wrong on many different levels.
On top of how shitty I’ve treated Riley, I had to prepare for the dinner with my mother. It was about time to wake Riley so that she could get ready for us to leave. I’m an asshole. Instead of talking to her about everything that happened, I jumped straight into bed with her. I’d say it was because I loved her so much that I couldn’t keep my hands off her, but that wasn’t true. I wanted to have s*x with her and punish her for wha
