Arabella Rivera Thump. The sound of someone knocking on my door rouses me awake. I felt warmer than usual, almost a tad bit hotter too. Thump. There it goes again. Refusing to let up so I can just sleep in. My body felt heavy with sleep and my brain wasn't any different. I wanted nothing more but to just doze off and never wake for at least a few days. I was that desperate. Really desperate. But whoever was behind the door was also desperate too. A little too much. "Come on Arabella, wake up!" Gertrude's voice leaked from the other side of the door, twisting with impatience and worry. As my brain shed the exhaustion weighing it down, I soon felt the undeniable throb in my center. The feeling instantly struck memories of last night. Haiden. Inside me. Deep thrusting. Ragged breathing. Loud moans. Heart racing orgasms. His eyes, they burned with so much intensity. My eyes snapped open, widening as they were greeted by sunlight. It was morning. My eyes fell on my waist, in hopes of finding Haiden's large arm slung over it. Nothing. Bare. Only the cover was wrapped around me. I turn around, and disappointment sketched an ugly frown on my face, seeing my bed empty. There was no brooding boy, no brown eyes to collide with, no Haiden Cross. The only indication that he actually did spend the night, and it wasn't a dream, was the throb in my vagina and the ruffled bedding he left in his wake. My eyes skip to the window where he entered through last night. It was shut. He must've closed it on his way out. I pressed my face to the bedding and inhaled. He only left his scent on my bed, nothing more. Thump. My heart stops, then starts pounding furiously in my chest. Gertrude can't see me like this. She can't see me naked and featuring like I had just gotten roughly fucked. With a wince, I sit up on my bed, the cover sliding off me to reveal my bare breasts. "I'm up! I'll be down in a minute." I said quickly, my voice is thickened because of exhaustion. I didn't want to open the door for her or let her come in. The smell of sex was too prominent in the air. I swore it was now painted on my walls. The other side of the door grows quiet before Gertude murmurs an okay before her footsteps fade. There was a reluctance in her steps, I could just feel it as she walks away. I clench my eyes tightly. This was dangerous. What I had just done was the riskiest thing I have ever done in my entire life. I let Haiden Cross take my virginity last night. I let him fuck me twice. There was no going back. I raked my hand through my tangled hair and seize it in a tight grasp until my scalp cried. This only seemed to bring back the memory of Haiden's fingers in my hair. I let out a frustrated grunt, opening my eyes as I harshly throw the covers off me completely and kicked it away. He didn't bother to say goodbye. I bit into my lip with harshness. What was I expecting anyway? A note? Or was it him? I wished I could shut my thoughts off, pay them no mind, but of course, it was not possible. I kicked my legs off the bed and scooted my bum until I reached the edge. I winced with every little movement. It was probably a bad idea that I had him take me the second time so roughly. The pad of my feet touched the cold flooring in my room and I forced my body to comply to rise to my feet. I cringed. It wasn't that bad, just needed a little time to get use to. I took a step forward and a thin material gets tangled between my toes. I take a step back and look down. It was my torn panties and a couple of inches from it was my ripped shirt. I groan lowly. If Gertrude were to see this it would raise unwanted questions. In fact, those torn materials were a huge indicator that someone was here last night. It was too obvious. Like a green light. My phone buzz behind me and I twist around. The screen lit up. My heart races. Was it Haiden? Did he take my number when I was sleeping? I quickly reach for it, only to be disappointed by a text from Gwen which read....I'll be here in ten. I was so stupid, why would Haiden Cross out of all people text me? Especially since he was a hit it once and move on kind of guy? I was so stupid to think I was different. That I would be different. Yet, my body craved him, even when it was definitely worn out. Yet, my heart squeezed by the memory of him taking me like I was the last female on earth. Yet, I was torn between my logical mind and my heart. Both not ready to give up the fight. I throw the phone on my bed and huffed. I turn back to my discarded shirt and panties. The way he just tore- I shook my head. No more thoughts of Haiden. At least not now. I needed to cover up our tracks. One mistake and Gertrude would find out a guy was in here. I picked up the discarded materials and walked to the bathroom. The throbbing in my cunt eases every second as I get used to it enough to not walk like I was just split in two. I rummage through a draw and pulled out a black plastic bag that had hair elastics prior. Throwing the torn materials in the bag I tied it tightly. My head lifts and I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was a huge mess, tangled with many strands sticking out. A damn bird's nest. And my lips. Shit, they looked like they were stung by a swarm of bees. They were red and swollen. I was the representation of someone who just gotten fucked, hard. My eyes snake down my body and they widen seeing a faint bruise on my left breast, just above the nipple. That asshole marked me. He fucking gave me a hickey. On my breast. I clenched my eyes tight and counted to three. I just needed a shower. Yes, a damn shower to make me forget that his hands were everywhere on me. They roamed every inch of me. Tasted me too. God, but I really didn't want to. I didn't want to forget. I let out a sigh and peeled my eyes open and entered the shower. I looked down my legs when I felt a sticky substance trailing down my inner thigh. "Fuck." I cursed as I realized it was Haiden's release. I rested my head on the cold tile of the bathroom and released another curse. "Fuck."