Unknown.
I know that the girl or woman reading this now may have her face scrunched up in disgust because to them, I have been nothing but cheap— and I can not blame them for thinking that way about me.
Why?
Because they are right.
I am cheap. Very cheap.
And my cheapness is the only reason I would look at the face of the man who has made me feel less and less of myself with each passing day and not feel anything else besides desire.
My cheapness is the reason I loved my tormentor so much simply because he was so good in bed, the mere thought of him touching me would make me exceedingly wet.
And my cheapness is the reason I am now kissing him like my whole life depended on it even when only a couple of minutes ago, he had just shown a crowded room just how desperate he wanted Leilani to be in his bed.
Leilani, not me.
And do you know what?
I always knew.
