Headache forgotten, I jump out of bed and hurry through getting dressed before marching down the hall. I’m going to kill him for this. After everything he’s done to me, this is the worst. How could he take advantage like that? How could he use me?

Unfortunately for him, he’s in his room with the door cracked, sitting at his desk with his back to me. I wish it was as easy as sneaking up on him from behind and, I don’t know, plunging a knife into his back or his neck or something like that. But then again, no, I wouldn’t want it to be quick. I’d want it to be slow, and I would want him to know it was me.

Turns out, he already knows that. “Are you going to come in all the way, or are you going to stand there and watch me like a stalker?”

The smug prick. How dare he even have the nerve to speak to me? I fling the door open and storm across the room, folding my arms when coming to a stop beside his chair. “How could you?”

He swings around in his chair, and I see he’s wearing an easy smile. “How could I what?”

“How could you fucking rape me last night? Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.”

His eyes widen in a mockery of surprise. “Rape you? Is that what I did?” He even touches a hand to his chest like he’s shocked.

“Well, I wasn’t in any position to say no. I didn’t even know what the hell was going on. I thought I was dreaming!”

“It must’ve been a pretty nice dream. You sure seemed to enjoy it when you creamed all over my cock.”

I had an orgasm? Yes, now that I think about it, I remember coming. A thousand showers couldn’t wash off the filth I feel all over me. The way he’s looking at me doesn’t help. The way he smirks, like now we have a secret between us, one he finds extremely funny. “You’re sick.”

“And you begged for it.”

“What? I could barely speak. I couldn’t even string two or three words together.”

“Let’s go to the recording, shall we? It might clear up a few things for you.”

“You have a recording?” This is getting worse by the second. “A video?”

“No, I’m sorry to say because I would’ve liked to watch that. But the sounds are enough to help me remember the magic.” He takes out his phone and pulls something up, then places the device on the desk before hitting play.