Page 33 of Fighting for the Forbidden
“Oh, shit.”
He’s just about to come; I know his tells like the back of my fucking hand. In a moment of madness—or weakness—I pull myself off him and climb off the bed.
“W-what? Lauren, what the—” Ben stutters as his body realises what’s just happened. He cries out in pain as he tries to sit up to find out what’s going on. By the time he opens his eyes, I’ve got my dress up my body and my bag and flip-flops in my hand.
Turning to look over my shoulder, I take in the panic on Ben’s face. “Not a nice feeling, is it?” I pause for one second before marching from the room.
My heart pounds as the hotel room door slams shut behind me.
“Lauren,” Ben roars and my stomach turns over.
What the fuck did I just do?
I quickly zip up my dress and drop my flip-flops to the floor so I can slide them on. Ben continues shouting before there’s a loud bang and a cry sounds out. I instinctively turn and reach for the door handle, but at the last second, I change my mind and walk away.
