Chapter 12

Mia Garcia

Waking up with a pounding headache I groan. I am never drinking again. Brining my fingertips to my lips, immediately last night's events comes to mind.

His vice grip on my hips, me dancing with my ass all on him, making him grope my tits and grab my rear. Him feverishly kissing me, begging him to take me home. Heat rushes to my lower region making me blush and moan at the memory.

Then it all comes crashing down. Mia, we're both intoxicated he said, we shouldn't do anything, that we could regret in the morning he said, you also know that this wasn't suppose to happen he fucking said!

So he regrets kissing me? Touching me? Why the fuck did he bring me home then? Why the fuck did he kiss and touch me then? If he regrets it why the fuck did he lead me on?

You know what I'm actually glad I didn't give my virginity to the piece of shit because after the way he acted for simply a kiss I don't think I could've survived. Still he had no right to do that.

Wasn't suppose to happen?