Titiana: It finally happened, Donald actually asked me to marry him. I should be excited, right? Should be jumping up and down, planning my future with the man of my dreams.
Only, he’s not that person, and what’s worse, I can’t stop obsessing over what sex would be like with him. I have to get him out of my system or risk losing Donald forever.
I guess the only thing left to do is stay the hell away from Ricky Gonzalez If my obsession doesn’t get the better of me first…
Ricky: I walked out of my dorm room, my mind set on what I was going to do. I wasn’t sure about her schedule, but I knew there was a strong chance for me to run into her if I left out the dorm earlier enough, that is, if she was in her dorm room, because over the past few months that we had been going here, I hadn’t been able to catch a glimpse of her.
This isn’t going to work, how am I supposed to get my revenge on him if I can’t find her? And is revenge really all I want? These past few months of not being about to talk to her have been like torture and lately, I have been feeling like I would die if I couldn’t be with her.
What am I saying? I’m Ricky Gonzalez, the only thing I want from her is to fuck and be done with it. I think.
I had everything I always wanted. I great boyfriend, great career and even got into the school of my choice with my best friend. Things couldn’t have been better, until he walked back into my life.
Now here I am sitting at this table, watching him watch me and wondering what it would be like to be in between his sheets.
This is not good.
I’m not a good girl, but I am loyal; however, he makes me want to makes me want to forget about my loyalties.
God will I be able to resist this temptation…
My heart speed up the moment our eyes met and my palms began to shake. Never had a woman had so much control over me in my life. I was always the one in control, but one look at her and I knew nothing would be the same again.
For years all I could think about was getting Titiana into my bed, hey even as a kid she was all I could think of, but it wasn’t love—no, all I wanted was one night, and I could move on to the next one; however, seeing her know, staring up at me with those ravishing brown eyes, and juicy lips, suddenly makes me think that one night won’t be long enough