Chapter 11: Luis’s POV

Luis’s POV

I sincerely thought it’d be our last time together, but after he snuck in and made me feel those things—both in my body and soul—yesterday, I just knew we had a future.

All of that talk about it being our last time just didn't make any sense.

Not with the good dream I had or the big smile on my face when I woke up. I hadn't had a good dream since 4 years ago but having him in my room just changed that, especially since he fucked me on the same bed I slept in.

I could still smell like him and feel his presence all over and it had me rolling over to grab my pillow and then sniffing it as I hugged it with the biggest smile on my face.

“What a good day to be reminded that i was fucked by Garber yarros last night. If I was the social type, I would definitely post it all over social media because this is true happiness,” I thought to myself as i got up to my feet, gripping the edge of my bedside table for support as I almost lost balance.

He was rough but I loved it. I'm sure he did too.

I could feel it from how clean I felt the moment I woke up this morning. How reassured, how certain and confident I felt. That was why I was so happy as I brushed my teeth and had my bath while waiting for my phone to charge.

“77 percent, not too bad,” I thought to myself as I unplugged it and went online, only to be flooded by news I least expected.

Pictures and videos that I would have normally ignored because of their pornographic content—if I didn’t recognize the dick in the picture.

No, I didn’t recognize the girl, but the dick and the thigh, which led me to immediately knowing who the owner was.

My hand shook as I let the phone fall freely to the ground while I plopped on my bed to get a grip of myself.

How? Why?

That was a video from this morning. After all that we had yesterday night, after he had cleaned me up and taken such delicate care of me, he had gone to another woman… women… and gotten a blowjob.

His veiny dick had pulsed and shot out cum in her hands on her face and maybe even inside her and the mere thought brought disgust and nausea my way.

He had gone ahead and repeated the same things he'd done to me to another woman and even let her take pictures.

“Where do I stand now?” I sighed feeling desperate as I held my face in my palms and tapped my feet nervously on the ground.

I couldn’t think of any form of explanation for what had just happened.

Did he think what we had was nothing?

Not enough for him to was I just a member of his fuck buddy club now?

With a shaky breath, I bent down to pick up my phone. I pretended to ignore everything as I typed out his number from memory and dialed it.

Voicemail…

“O... okay, maybe he doesn’t even know about all this.” I tried three more times only to get the same result. I’ll text then.

I hope you had a good night’s rest. 7:49 AMThis is Luis, by the way. I kind of had your number since the beginning of high school and... hmm, I—I hit send by mistake. The time was still 7:49 AM, and the messages had just a single tick.

It felt weird, but I needed this.

I didn’t care what he had to say. I just needed an explanation from him. I needed to know what exactly this was about.

So I went on texting with a level of confidence that felt almost surreal to me because the messages kept getting a single tick.

Until…

I kind of have a question about last night and… 8:11 AM Double ticks.

I almost threw my phone out of my hand but held on, seeing it now had cracks on the screen from the recent fall.

Double ticks meant he’d come online… I curled into myself as I thought about how that meant his phone was also getting flooded with notifications.

Because double ticks meant if I called now, it’d go through.

I’d hear his voice, but I suddenly didn’t dare to, because what if…

What if he was still with the blonde? What if she was still sucking him?

What if I was interrupting a very intense moment for them? Would he hate me and think me nothing more than a disturbance?

I wanted to cry as much as I wanted to scream. But not now.

I decided to hold up my emotions until I got something from him.

But an hour passed with me staring at my screen, and my messages just remained like that. It made me wonder if he’d seen them with his read receipts off or if he just couldn’t be bothered to check my messages.

It bothered me—a lot.

A knock on my door from my stepmom and me pretending to sleep later, I eventually sat up with a renewed determination and frustration.

“I’d text him two more times and make all my text messages come up to 20, and if I got no reply, I’d call him and boldly ask what it was all about.” my resolve hardened, however, as I started texting…

*I just wanted to ask if…*

My phone started ringing, and I would have ignored it if the caller wasn’t Garber Yarros