Immediately I said those words, his eyes got clouded with sadness, making me feel bad, but I'm scared with how I'm feeling now and didn't like what will happen if I gave in to it.
I'm like a used goods now. I can't recall the number of times I had that bastard inside me. His moan of pleasure, his hands roaming all over my body, his naked body laying on mine after he's done, our perspiration mating after our body is through.
The feeling of having my body pleasuring the man that want my baby dead, the man that hurt the man I love. Everything was horrible. I held on because of hopes that a day like this might come.
A day I will get to know my daughter is doing fine and will be happy. A day I will be this close to my love again.
The day came, but I can't let myself get too greedy. Looking into his eyes, I spoke again, "I only said I miss you because we agreed to be friends, please don't misunderstand." I added.
