Sorry to inform you, Mr. Casanova, but it is contagious

I gathered my clothes, feeling sad and angry at the same time.

- I gave a chance to what I was feeling and you destroyed everything - he said - This fucking love doesn't exist. I wrote what I really felt in that message.

- I have no doubts... Since the part that I was just another one that passed by your bed. - I laughed, bitterly, while putting on the blouse.

I went to get the panties, which he ran his hand over them quickly, before I did. I stared at him, with my hand towards him:

- Give me back!

- No way. It's the fifth. He arched his brow playfully.

- Are you going to burn it or throw it away with the others? I tried to take it, but he raised his arm with it in his possession, not giving me the chance.

- You don't need my fucking panties. I screamed furiously, jumping with my hands trying to reach as he laughed, playing with my pain.

- I won't deliver. - He spoke firmly.

I wasn't going to beg for worthless panties. I went to the bathroom, washed my hands and splashed water on my f