Chapter 36
What a fucking ASSHOLE.
We’d just had incredible sex –
Even better than last night (and that had been the best sex of my life up to that point) –
And then suddenly he turned all business-like and cold.
As I listened to the shower, I lay there in bed feeling furious –
And heartsick.
I chalked it up to him being a guy…
But really, deep down, I knew I’d made a horrible mistake.
He’s a fucking GANGSTER, Bianca.
Sex means NOTHING to him.
He was just using you…
Like he uses tons of women all the time.
My heart sank.
It hurt. Really bad.
Last night – and just now – had meant something to me.
I didn’t like admitting it, now that he’d shown his true colors and turned out to be an asshole –
But it hadn’t just been a roll in the hay for me.
I felt… connected to him.
On a way deeper level than just sex.
(Even though the sex had been mind-blowing.)
But now I could see that it didn’t go both ways – that I was the only one with these feelings.
It also didn’t help that he’d just ruined me for other men.
I mean, my god…
His body…
His cock…
His stamina…
The way he made me come over and over…
The way he stared into my eyes when he was –
Wait.
Hold up.
I frowned.
None of it made any sense.
When we’d been having sex, Adriano had held off on having an orgasm forever –
So that I could keep coming.
If he didn’t give a damn about me, why didn’t he just shoot his load and be done with it?
Roll over and go to sleep like most of my exes?
He’d put a lot of effort into making me feel good…
And obviously taken a lot of pleasure from my pleasure.
So where was this coldness coming from?
Was being fantastic at sex just something he did to stroke his ego –
But once it was all over, he let you know where you really stood?
And that stuff about my father – it was like he was deliberately trying to hurt me.
I sighed angrily.
Fuck men.
Just… fuck ‘em.
They were idiots and assholes and I hated them all.
Although at the moment, I really hated one in particular.