Chapter 30
Sofia Bliss
My knees were still shaking as I stepped out of that goddamn room.
Every step felt like a bucket of raw, lingering pleasure and crushing reality being dumped over my head.
My whole body felt numb, like I hadn’t fully woken up from the shock.
I’d actually done it...
I didn’t even recognize myself anymore.
And it had only been a few days since I got here.
What the hell was happening to me?
Since when did I start thinking 'acting' — like this?
I went down the stairs, trying to ignore the uncomfortable, wet sensation between my legs.
It felt like his touch was still on me —
On my skin.
On my belly.
On my thighs.
Inside me.
It was real.
All of it.
It actually happened.
I had really...
Lost my virginity.
And it wasn’t to some sweet boyfriend, like I used to imagine.
No flowers. No candles. No slow, tender music.
It was with Adrian Valehart — that arrogant bastard.
One of the country’s most powerful billionaire CEOs.
My thoughts were drowning in memories of his eyes on me.
The moans.
The filthy sounds our bodies made when they collided.
The smell of sex still clinging to my skin.
Fuck...
I needed to stop thinking about it.
As I reached the bottom step, I spotted Letícia pacing in the corner of the bar, her heels clacking nervously against the floor.
The moment she saw me, her eyes widened, and she rushed over, arms already open.
“ Sofia! Where were you?!”
She hugged me tight, hot, desperate — like she was afraid I might vanish.
“Are you okay?”
I nodded, trying to keep my expression steady.
But she knew me too well.
She could tell something had happened.
“We need to go. Now.”
I muttered, avoiding her gaze.
But she didn’t let go.
She grabbed my shoulders, staring into my face.
“What did he do to you?”
Her voice dropped, low and tense.
“Sofia... what did he do?”
I sighed.
I didn’t want to lie.
But I couldn’t tell her the truth either.
She’d lose her mind.
“It was nothing. We just... talked. That’s all.”
The words came out too fast, too flat. Too fake.
She stared at me like she was about to scream.
But instead, she just clenched her jaw and crossed her arms.
“Let’s go. Before I decide to go back up there and knock his teeth out.”She said, almost growling with anger.
I gave her a tired half-smile and followed her to the sidewalk.
The taxi didn’t take long to arrive, but the tension inside me wouldn’t let up.
If anything… it was getting worse.
My mind kept repeating the same word:
Pharmacy.
I needed a fucking pharmacy.
I could still feel it.
Still dripping.
The proof of what we’d done was still inside me.
And no matter how loud my mind screamed for control, for responsibility…
My body was still burning.
Still aching for more.
Letícia opened the taxi door and got in with me, still quiet.
But her eyes never left my face.
Like she could see through me.
Like she knew something inside me had changed.
And it had.
Because even if I told myself it was over —
That I’d take the pill and move on like it never happened…
The truth was, I knew better.
That feeling — that heat — wasn’t going anywhere.
The taxi moved down the avenue, and I couldn’t even hear the soft music playing on the radio anymore.
My mind was screaming, drowning everything else out.
And with every bump in the road, I still felt it.
Wet.
Hot.
Dripping.
His cum was still inside me.
I closed my eyes. Bit my lip.
This wasn’t the time for these thoughts.
Not with Letícia sitting beside me.
Not in the back of a taxi in the middle of the goddamn city.
“Sir...” I blurted out suddenly, leaning forward. “Can you stop over there?”
I pointed to a dimly lit strip of stores, a 24-hour pharmacy glowing way too bright against the heavy night.
Letícia frowned.
“Are you okay?”
“Just need something for a headache,” I lied. “It’ll be quick.”
She hesitated.
“Want me to come with you?”
I shook my head, firm.
“No. Just stay here. I’ll be right back.”
I stepped out before she could argue.
The cool breeze hit my face, but it didn’t help.
If anything, it made me feel even more exposed.
I walked into the pharmacy fast, stiff.
The neon lights burned my eyes.
The clerk’s gaze hit me harder.
She looked me up and down.
And I felt it — like she 'knew'.
Like she could 'see' why I was there.
My skin was burning.
The back of my neck itched.
And for a second, I swear I thought…
Everyone in that place could 'smell' me.
I stepped up to the counter, trying to keep my face blank.
“Morning-after pill,” I murmured.
She didn’t say anything.
Just gave me 'that' look — the kind that builds an entire story about you in two seconds flat.
She turned and grabbed the little box.
And then, loud enough to kill me:
“Do you want a bag for this?”
“Yes,” I snapped, too quickly. “Just… just ring it up. Please.”
I paid with trembling hands and bolted out the door.
Letícia was still watching me from the cab, her face laced with that quiet worry she always wore when she knew something was wrong.
I got in, shut the door, and muttered,
“We can go now.”
She didn’t ask anything else.
And I was thankful for that.
I clutched the pill box like it was the answer to everything.
That… that was the end.
The final line between me and him.
He came inside me.
Without asking.
Without permission.
And I… I wasn’t going to let it happen again.
Even if my panties were getting wet just from remembering.
Even if my body still trembled inside, still echoing with his touch, with the sound of his voice whispering “mistress” in my ear.
Even then…
That little pill was the end.
My silent scream that he wouldn’t break me.
That he wouldn’t own me.
That this…
Was over.
But then…
Why did it hurt so fucking much to think that?