Patricia's POV
That bastard deserves to beg. He thinks I've forgiven him, huh.
I just wanted sex. I'm so clear headed now but I still moved back to his place anyway. He hurt me, then he showed his dark side by forcing me to forgive him. What gave him the right to do that to me?
My boyfriend is scary and shit, but he must grovel properly. I'm Patricia Lynn after all.
That day, I followed him back to his mansion and I didn't bother staying in a separate room. I moved my things into his room and for the rest of the night, he fucked me like a monster. I didn't need any rest. I was the most grateful for it.
At this point, we were both sex addicts and we craved each other's body all day long.
I no longer had to deal with his company since I had mine now, so life was great now. I wanted to pay a visit to Jason to give him a piece of my mind but Liam said no, that he was unstable and refused to speak. He kept screaming and rejecting meals, so he was there, stubborn and starving.
