Roxanne

“Argh, my head hurts,” I muttered loudly as I stirred up from my sleep. I woke up with a banging headache from all the crying I did yesterday night. My throat was patched, and there were dried tears all over my face.

I had gone to Damon’s room last night to understand his accusations, as I needed a good explanation for them, but my eyes had met something more heartbreaking.

Anya was on his bed with her breasts bare, her clothes raised with no pants. Her core was glistening with ...