Gone

Next morning, Davis slowly opened his eyes and the first thing he caught was the weird looking ceiling. He grunted lowly and turned to his side but what he saw made him freeze. It was a woman, not just any woman but that woman that had slapped him at the bar that day, she was laying on the same bed with him, her body was covered with hickeys and she didn't have any clothes on.

Then realization got to him as he remembered what he did last night, he broke his own promise and had s*x with this woman and come to think of it, he could remember her crying and telling him to stop. Davis creased his brows and slowly sat up, he looked at the bedsheet and it was covered with blood. Wait, does this mean that she was a virgin?Did he actually rapped a virgin last night? And wait, was this girl here really a virgin? But according to his research, didn't she have a boyfriend? Has she never slept with her boyfriend before?

Were the thoughts running through Davis' mind, he immediately stood up and exc