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Every time we had sex, my boyfriend always didn’t use a condom.
He always comforted me by saying, “Don’t be afraid, babe. If you really get pregnant, I’ll marry you.”
One day, as I saw the two lines on the pregnancy test, my first reaction was excitement to share the news with him. It was also at that time that I accidentally saw the constantly popping up group chat message on his computer.
[Ryan, your perfect princess Olivia’s coming back soon. What’s the plan with the cougar?]
[Ryan’s already got that cougar trained like a pet. What do you think he’s gonna do? He’ll just ghost her after a goodbye fuck. Ahahaha]
After a few seconds, a new message popped up.
[Ryan, Why don’t you speak? Shit, don’t tell us you’re actually fallen for her?]
Almost immediately, Ryan replied on his phone.
[HELL NO. She’s just an experienced slut I’m using for practice. Her pussy’s already worn out anyway.]
[If it weren’t for Olivia being afraid of getting pregnant and not allowing me to touch her without a condom, how could I dated her to comfort my ‘member‘?]
“Ryan, you NEVER use protection with her? That must feel fucking incredible for your manhood.”
“Obviously. Why else would Ryan hook up with that old woman? Definitely not for her old age, right? LOL.”
“Heard she takes birth control pills since she knows you hate condoms. How many has she popped this year?”
Ryan, who had been silent all along, simply responded with a number.
“99.”
The moment the number was sent, the group chat was immediately flooded with messages.
“Damn, Ryan’s a legend! Got that cougar completely whipped!”
“Teach me your ways, man! How do you score free, drama–free pussy?”
“Better get in a few more rounds before Olivia gets back. That older woman has a killer body–you’ll miss more opportunities if you don’t seize the rest time.”
My hands trembling so badly I could barely manage it.
After took screenshots of everything, I closed his computer and collapsed onto the couch, feeling hollow.
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Was this really the same Ryan I knew all along?
The same Ryan that who’d pursued me so relentlessly? The one who’d told me age was just a number even if I was six older than him?
Back then, I’d just had my fiancé stolen by my best friend, and everyone was waiting to laugh at me–the “aging spinster” approaching her thirties.
But only him, he didn’t care about what other people were saying.
Instead, he made every effort to win me over.
When I felt insecure, he would check in with me constantly.
When I said I wouldn’t consider a long–distance relationship, he relocated to my company and even made me his assistant so we could be together every day.
He was persistent, devoted, and seemed so goddamn sincere.
That’s why when he said he hated condoms, I was willing to taking birth control pills. He said that he enjoyed excitement in the bedroom, so I obliged him by exploring countless sex positions together.
I’d once worried about accidental pregnancy, but he’d insisted without hesitation that we’d get married if it happened. I believe without any hesitation. In my early thirties, I thought he might actually give me a real future.
But in fact?
Apparently, all that redemption and tenderness was just because his “precious princess” wouldn’t let him touch her, so he used me only to practice and satisfy his desire!
Looking at the positive pregnancy test in my hand, I realized–what a complete fucking idiot I’ve been.
“What’s with the two lines? Are you pregnant?”
I jumped at Ryan’s voice. He’d just gotten out of the shower and was dripping wet, a towel wrapped around his waist as he plucked the test from my hand.
My heart skipped. I forced myself to stay calm as I grabbed the test back and tossed it in the trash.
“It’s just a flu test. I wasn’t feeling well today, so I bought it to check.”
He didn’t pursue it, instead nuzzling my neck and sliding his hands around my waist.
“I bought some new crotchless stockings I want you to try on,” he whispered, biting my earlobe. “And I’m in the mood for doggy style tonight.”
His hands caressed my legs possessively. “God, these legs drive me crazy. I could die a happy man between these thighs.”
Once, I’d thought this was love–his passion, his inability to keep his hands off me. Now I saw what an absolute fool
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I’d been.
I coldly pushed him away. “I’m on my period today. Not a good time.”
Ryan pouted, giving me those puppy dog eyes that used to melt my heart.
“At least try on the stockings for me? I’ll take care of myself tonight, and you can make it up to me when your period’s over.”
Make it up to him? With the breakup fucking that he and his friends were already planning?
To please him, I’d maintained a strict fitness regimen, scheduled regular beauty treatments, and tried every new trend that might keep my body curve. I was terrified he’d find me boring or notice my body aging. But I never expected that those were all became the things they mocked me for.
I’m a woman, not a plaything.
Unable to hold anymore, my tears finally streamed down my face. Seeing me cry, Ryan immediately panicked.
“Babe, I was just kidding! I love your mind more than your body!”
He seemed to instantly understand what I was thinking.
Before, whenever I’d worry he was only with me for sex, he’d reassure me that he tried all kinds of sex positions just because he loved me so much.
But was this love? If he loved me, why would he consistently refuse protection?
He tenderly wiped away my tears, his eyes full of what looked like genuine concern.
“It’s all my fault. I’ll kneel on Legos to punish myself, okay?”
He then dramatically knelt onto a scattered pile of Legos, pleading for forgiveness.
“Forgive me, my queen. I beg your pardon for my mistakes.”
Watching his performance made me feel utterly desolate. All this effort, all this pretend passion directed at me, a
“older woman“-it must be such a ‘burden‘ for him.
I went to the bedroom and closed the door. After careful thought, I messaged my friend in Harbor City.
“I’ll come see you in three days. I accept the partnership offer.”
“Are you sure?” she replied immediately.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
I turned off my phone, curled up in bed, silent tears soaking my pillow.
Ryan, it would be good if what I wanted from you was only sex too.
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But I was too greedy, I wanted both sex and love,
If I can’t have both, I’d rather lose everything.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.