CHAPTER 6

“Want to grab a drink?” That question, asked in his car on that fateful night, still lingers in my memory. He didn’t ask it with lust, but with a certain curiosity, like he wanted to figure me out, and I was more than willing to let him. I had just met him, but I was willing to show him all of me, I was ready to bare out my soul to him, I wanted to be the right girl for him. Strange, isn't it?

I didn’t feel like playing the good girl that night like I usually did —alcohol had already stripped me of that persona, leaving behind a reckless hunger to let loose.

“Sure,” I replied with a playful smile. “Got a place in mind?”

“Yeah—mine.” The confidence in his voice was intoxicating, drawing me in deeper into his world. Before I knew it, I was stepping through the grand entrance of his father’s mansion.

“My dad’s away for a bit, so the place is all mine.” he said, shooting me a glance as if to guage my reaction, but I was simply half drunk ad just excited to be there, I didn't understand wha