~Lily~
I had to sneak out.
Like actually sneak. On a yacht. Half-naked.
Do you know how humiliating it is to tiptoe through a luxury hallway with no bra on, wearing a crumpled towel and panties that are clinging to me like they’ve just survived a hurricane? My hair was a disaster.
My n*****s were still hard. My thighs were still shaking. And my face probably looked like I’d just been dragged through five rounds of s*x and slapped with sin.
Because guess what?
I had been.
Okay, maybe not five rounds. But that man finger-f****d my soul against the wall, whispered s**t in my ear that I’ll never recover from, and left me standing there looking like the cover of a porn novel while my best friend banged on the f*****g door looking for me. And now here I am. Walking. Waddling. Praying I
