Chapter 2

• The guy was damn strong. 
• He made me cum, severally.
• I'm exhausted but elated, it's what matters.
• Thou, after his third round, he plummets on the bed like a piece of wood entirely exhausted, not unable to enact. Yet, I didn't have mercy on him.
• I needed more and more.
• And I made sure he gave me what I wanted.
• "Girl, you are a bomb!. Damn, did you plan to kill me or something?. Four tough rounds!. Definitely, won't have an erection the entire month."
• He tiredly chortles.
• "Lol!. I know. The reason I come here nearly every night. I love dozing with a d*ck in-between my parts.".
• "I come to like you. What's your name?. Can I get your number or something close to it?. I want to have you anytime I come here!."
• He gets overwhelming and this really pisses.
• Thou, it makes me laugh aloud at the same time.
• "No!. No!. This isn't how it works!. No sharing of personal information. Here, it's luck. If we ever get matched again, just know it's luck!. Pure coincidence!."
• I retort while dressing. After which, I pick up my things to leave the club.
• "Don't go!."
• The guy cries as he watches me leave.
• He got no strength to follow me.
• I turn back to him with a heavy smile on, "Sorry!."
• I leave banging the door behind me.
• He gets nuts but exhausted, he falls asleep without realizing it.
• I choose to leave the club when it's twilight. It's very discrete. I move out through the restaurant straight to my car.
• I drove home.
• Back to my empty apartment. I seriously need to catch up some sleep.
• Unfortunately for me, tomorrow is Monday morning, and I hate every Monday morning. They are always very busy, stressful, tiring, and boring.
• As soon as I reach home, I take off my clothes and scramble to the bathroom.
• ”F*ck!.”
• I scream, shuddering as soon as I step into the bathroom. Bitter gaze hogs over my face as I notice someone in my bathroom. I mean comfortably laying inside my bathing bowl. This freaks me off.
• I tightly clench my fists as I madly walk further.
• "What are you doing here. I warned you to stop this. It isn't 𝗢𝘂𝗿!. It is my house!. My apartment!".
• I yell at the top of my voice hoping that he gets me this time.
• Guess what he says..., ”nothing!.” He just smiles back at me as a psychopath.