Page 107 of The Sinner: James

“Really? How? You’ve always advocated against the pill, and apparently, the man is too much of a god to use condoms.”

I move my eyes to my laptop.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m good. And it’s my private life, after all. I don’t need to tell you everything. You don’t share your life with me, so stay out of mine.”

“Well, we’ll see if this works for you. I hope you use something. Does Mom know about it?”

I raise my eyes.

“Nobody knows about it.”

She tilts her head to the side.

“Which doctor did you go to, then?”

“My private doctor,” I mumble, shifting my eyes back to my computer.

“Your private doctor?”

She huffs.

“You don’t have money for a doctor,” she says.

I evade her eyes.

“Oh... I see,” she continues. “He paid for it. Good for you,” she says, amused.

She throws my panties in my face.

“Wash your damn clothes, Rain. I don’t want your boyfriend’s cum on my dresses.”

I wait for her to get out of my room.

“That’s right. If you knew whose cum it was, you’d want to swallow it, dumb bitch,” I mutter to myself.

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RAIN

“Mmm... That went well,”Eve says, letting out a small moan.

I’m not sure if it’s because of the cantaloupe or my story.

“I hate her,” I say, chewing on a piece of fruit.

“I hear you... This gets worse and worse,” she comments before a small smile lights up her face. “And the sex gets better and better,” she adds, rubbing her hands, satisfied.

My face is warm with a blush.

“Yes, it does.”

“You want more?” she asks, pointing to my plate.

“No. I’m good.”

“Coffee?”

“Yes.”

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