his briefs and dangled Into a pair of trousers. ‎ ‎"yes, that's right Vicky.... run before it gets late in here, ...you wouldn't wanna know what happens under the sheets." ‎ ‎"or would

eins and turned into a hot mix. ‎ ‎I stomped my feet to the position and grabbed the cute frame , ‎ ‎"This is what I get for believing in love." I teared. Smashing it against the wall. ‎ ‎ ‎I scraped my fingers into my skull at this point, I needed to feel something, anything. ‎ ‎Practicing deep breaths weren't working anymore, hopefully wine would. ‎ ‎I reached for a glass and poured myself the strongest wine on my shelf. ‎ ‎Glass after glass after glass. After glass. ‎ ‎ ‎"Fuck you taste so good baby.." Trisha's sloppy tongue flicked in my head. ‎ ‎"arrrghhhhhhhhhgghhh!!!!!" I cried out loud. smashing the now empty bottle of wine with all the strength i could muster against the wall. ‎ ‎ ‎An empty bottle? I realized... The wine was finished? ‎ ‎How was i going to forget them now?? I panicked, rerunning through the wine shelf, ‎ ‎"37% alcohol?" I picked up a bottle. " what the fuck was i supposed to do with a thirty seven percent alcohol? ‎ ‎I cocked it open and sank it into my throat, feeling the harshness scorch my throat dry. ‎ ‎ ‎My knees had begun to feel weak. Like I couldn't carry my weight anymore, ‎ ‎But more strangely, was the familiar arousal, ‎ ‎Why the hell was i feeling this way ‎ ‎Just like back at Trisha's house. ‎ ‎"Nononno" I blocked my ears, trying to block out the sweet moans of pleasure that traumatized me now. ‎ ‎I fell on my knees just in front of the table. ‎ ‎Just them my lazy eyes caught that strange little parcel. ‎ ‎"no Victoria...this is not you..." a voice said in my head. ‎ ‎"you have the slightest clue who I am." I responded. Opening up the tiny parcel. ‎ ‎"I'm a failure. I failed At my relationship, I tried to do something for myself, rather than hide under the family name and wealth and guess what?" I cackled. ‎ ‎"I failed at that too!" I blurted. ‎ ‎"so you don't get to tell me who I am." I said, and closing my eyes, I swallowed the entire substance. ‎ ‎**********************†****‡****** ‎ ‎"Miss Vic...tor.ia?" I heard a voice slurr my name. ‎ ‎my eyes opened softly. ‎ ‎"oh my God... You are awake!" " thank God I didn't call the 911" ‎ ‎"ahhhhhhh" I pressed my hand into my skull. The migraine seeping into my consciousness. ‎ ‎"yes you are. you were totally...blacked out" said Becky. ‎ ‎"After leaving a hundred unanswered calls, I grew so worried I had to come here directly, and when I saw you, I knew I had to call him..." she smiled triumphantly ‎ ‎"call who?" I asked furrowing my eyebrows. ‎ ‎Just then the door opened. ‎ ‎And he walked in. ‎ ‎ the reason behind my misery walked in. ‎ ‎The memory washed over me like a flood and in that instant, my heart grew heavy. ‎ ‎"Vicky...." he treaded carefully. "I love you..you know that." ‎ ‎"Becky, .... If you don't get him out of here on three, I'll call the cops." I said, my words landing like ice. ‎ ‎For a second, he