Chapter Fifty-five

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Q: What is an act of rejecting or the state of being rejected?
A: Rejection.

Slowly, Adira's eyes fluttered open. She sighed and buried her head into the pillows, emerging from sleep. She was still naked. The white blanket being drawn over her body to keep her warm.

The room was dark and warm. Her body still felt like it was on fire. She could still remember what happened last night.

How could she forget?

She could still feel him inside of her, feeling her up. She clenched her thighs and sighed softly. The memory was exhilarating. It had been wonderful, powerful, passionate. She put her thighs together and sighed again. She had no regrets, no shame. She would do it again. Over and over and over again.

She blushed

Was this the aftermath of love making?

She smiled and reached out to caress him, to touch him so she could once again know that it wasn't a dream. She swiped her hand out to feel the softness of a body, of Angel's body. Instead, her hand found an empty space, still very warm from the body that once laid there.

She opened her eyes and looked around the dark room.

No, it couldn't be.

She was alone. She was all alone.

Angel was gone.

Adira covered her hand over her mouth

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Adira covered her hand over her mouth. She was shaking. It felt like she had been jabbed in the chest. Tears filled her eyes, daring to roll out.

"Angel?" she whispered but there was nothing.

She bit her lips at her own idiocy and shut her eyes. The tears came pouring out.

How could she be so cheap? But what was she expecting after that? A marriage proposal? A declaration of undying love? It was just sex. It was part of the deal.

She pulled the blanket to cover up her nakedness. Suddenly, she felt shame and regret wash over her like lava.

What had she done?

Angel had accepted her invitation, her plead and when he was done with her, he just walked away. He left her to wake up all alone.

She put her hands in her hair and she began to sob uncontrollably. She fell to the bed and sobbed into her pillow.

Her life kept on getting worst by the day and today was the worst of all.

She heard the sound of the door opening and her breathe stalled. She cleaned her face and looked up waiting for something to happen. Anything; a voice, movements, something to tell her it was over.

The lights were suddenly turned on.

There Angel stood in black jeans and bare feet staring back at her. His hair was messy and his eyes held that intense look.

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