Flinging the files on the floor of my office, I cover my face with both hands, sobbing when Bryan’s words came back to me… “because it’s you…”
Because it’s me. He hadn’t stopped me last month when I …f*ck! If it had to happen between us…the s*x should have been…consented. Technically it was as he hadn’t stopped me but still…he should have said no…not that I would have stopped …maybe I would have.
But the fact remains that Bryan hadn’t stopped me because he thought he owes me.
How mentally f*cked are we that I loved him years ago and wanted what happened between us no matter what the consequences or what he wanted and two because he broke my heart years ago, he felt guilty about it and allowed me to use his body?
He allowed me to take advantage of him.
‘Why Bryan, why? Why all this gui
