“Anna, it’s—not—” Monica started, her voice trembling as her heart raced with guilt.
“Wow. You are truly something else, Monica… a f*****g desperate w***e,” Anna cut her off, anger and disbelief lacing her words.
“I didn’t mean to! James deceived me. He… he forced me,” Monica stammered.
Anna leaned forward, her voice a harsh whisper. “Forced you? Did he force you to sleep with him? Because that’s not what it looked like that night. You were on top of him, riding his c**k, pleasure all over your face, moaning his name like you didn’t have a care in the world.”
Monica’s face flushed a deep red.
She averted her eyes, staring blankly out the window, saying nothing.
Another heavy silence hung between them, thick with tension.
Anna took deep breaths, trying to control her anger.
“You kn
