Claire POV
My heart wrenched painfully as I hugged my knees to myself, tears streaming down my cheeks. I didn't know whether I should be regretting giving my virginity to someone who didn't give a damn about me. It hurts, no matter how much I didn't want to think about it.
My phone started to ring, and I reached for it. Dad's name was displayed on the screen, so I quickly answered the phone.
"Hey, darling," His deep voice sounded from the other end, and I cleared my throat silently.
"Yes, Daddy. Good day," I tried as much as not to sound sad or teary so he wouldn't suspect anything, and I was more than glad that he didn't.
"Yes, darling. How have you been?" He asked me, and I nodded as if he was here with me.
"Hmm. I'm fine," I wasn't really fine, but I couldn't have told him that, right?
"I and your Mom will be back tonight," He released the news, and my jaw dropped disappointedly. Strangely, even though I hated being here, I didn't want to leave because of that jerk that doesn't even give a damn about me.
"We'll be going on a two-week vacation when we get back. With you," I was even more disappointed when he said that.
"Hmm. I'll be waiting," My voice came out low and sad.
"You're good?" He asked, his voice laced with concern and worries.
"Hmm. I'm fine. See you around," I said and disconnected the call myself because I didn't want to keep being on the phone.
With the little strength left in me, I managed to stand up to my feet, but I winced and grimaced as I felt a sharp pain between my legs. My vagina felt so sore and I could hardly take in the pain. I wasn't expecting less after getting banged by someone with such a huge dick.
I dragged myself tiredly into the bathroom and had a long and relaxing cold bath, and I couldn't deny that I felt much better after the bath.
Since I'll be leaving soon, I got back into the room and got dressed after which I arranged my things in the backpack I had brought with me earlier.
As much as I wanted to wait up for Khan and see him one more time before I left, on second thought, I didn't see any reason why I should wait up for him when he didn't even want to see me.
With a heavy heart, I hung my backpack on my shoulders and bade the room goodbye before I left.
I stood at the roadside for a few minutes before I got a cab that took me back to my Dad's mansion, and when I arrived, I went straight to my room and threw myself in the arms of my bed and it welcomed me warmly, giving me the warmth I needed at that moment.
"Should I message you him?" I mumbled, sitting up on the bed, but recalling everything he said to me earlier I didn't see any reason I should call or text him that I already left. He would call me later if he came back and found out that I left.
Being in the room suddenly felt suffocating, and my chest kept contracting, making my breath difficult, so I left my room and went to the balcony to get fresh air. I made the right decision to go to the balcony because a cold sweet air welcomed me outside on the balcony as soon as I stepped out of my room.
Leaning over the rail and staring up at the sky even though the dull sun was penetrating my eyes, I was trapped in my thoughts. It was frustrating having to think about so many things. So many things that didn't have a direction.
"Don't think about him, Claire. He is not worth it," No matter how much I tried to get my head off that jerk, my thoughts always went back to him in the end, and how I was crazily missing him was annoying. How could I miss someone that had hurt me so badly?
"I should've listened to Connor," I scoffed, a bit mad at myself for being so foolish and opening my legs for him, but realizing that it was all my fault in the first place, I didn't have any right to blame him for being like that. I threw myself at him, I fucking boldly told him that I would seduce him, and he fell for it, so why should I be hurt that he treated me like a piece of trash?
"You are such a shameless cheap slut," I cursed under my breath, disgusted by what I did. Gosh! How did I come up with the guts?
My thoughts were disrupted by the sound of my ringing phone which was inside the room, so I had to go back inside to answer the call. Surprisingly, it was from that jerk.
My heart lit up in excitement when I saw his name displayed on the screen of my phone. I felt like I was on top of the world, but at the time I wanted to answer the phone, those words replayed in my head.
"Don't be a desperate bitch, Claire. He said those words to you," I reminded myself and tossed the phone back on the bed, running my fingers through my hair. I watched the phone ring, resisting the urge to answer it until it finally stopped ringing.
"Was I too harsh?" I mumbled as I picked up the phone and clicked on the missed call, displaying his name.
"Should I call him back?" I mumbled as I held the phone firmly in my hand, contemplating what to do. I was still trying to figure things out when the phone beeped and a text from him popped on the screen.
'I think your parents are coming tonight. You should get ready and wait for me. Will come back early from office today and take you home' Here I was, thinking he wanted to check up on me and maybe apologize for what he did to me earlier, but it was another thing. He was tired of seeing my face and probably wanted to send me off as soon as possible.
'You don't have to worry about that. I'm back home already' I typed the message on my phone and was about to text it to him, but I changed my mind at the last second and wiped the text, tossing my phone on the bed. There was no reason to reply to his text.
"That's so annoying," I muttered and rolled my eyes.
The rest of my day was boring until it was evening, and as promised, my parents came back. I wasn't excited like I used to be whenever they came back from a trip, and I could channel it to that jerk. It was all his fault.
"What's wrong, baby girl?" Mom asked as she walked into my room. I was lying on the bed, tired.
"Nothing, Mom," I replied to her as I managed to sit up on the bed, but I winced as a sharp pain shot through my pussy. It was yet to heal from the sex I had with Khan earlier.
"You don't look happy since we came back. Are you still mad at us, hmm?" She asked as she cupped my cheeks in her palms, her eyes piercing into mine.
"No, I'm not," I shook my head, and she sighed briefly.
"It's fine if you are. We deserve it," She sighed as she dropped her hand.
"We are going to make it up to you," She assured me, and I nodded. If only she knew what was wrong with me.
"Where is Dad?" I asked her.
"He went out a few minutes ago. He said he would be back shortly. I think he had something to deal with," She replied to me, and I slowly nodded.
"You look so tired. You should get some sleep," She uttered as if she read my mind and knew what I needed at that moment.
"Hmm," I just nodded.
"Good night, baby. See you tomorrow," She leaned forward and kissed my forehead.
"Good night, Mom," I replied to her and she finally walked out of my room, closing my door behind her. I lay back on the bed and pulled the duvet to cover myself, but my phone started to ring and I was forced to reach for it from the nightstand. I swiped the answer button without bothering to check who the caller was. I wasn't in the mood to speak with anyone on the phone.
"What is it?" I snapped at whoever was on call.
"Where the hell are you, Claire? I've been trying to reach you. You were not replying to my texts or answering my calls. Where are you?" Khan's voice sounded from the other end, and I sighed. I wouldn't have answered if I had known it was him...