Book 3: Chapter 8

“No, no, no” Sasha continued screaming, her fingers grabbing and pulling her hair hard, “it cannot be, no, no, Michael will kill me. Oh God no, this cannot be happening, no, not to me, not me” she whispered, her eyes scanning everywhere and nowhere before settling on the man looking at her like she has gone crazy, “how could you do this to me, how could you?”

Craig smiled, “do what? I didn’t do anything. Sasha we both wanted it, you wanted it. You started undressing yourself before I even touched you.”

“I was drunk!” She screamed.

“I was drunk too,” he returned and Sasha said nothing and just stood up with the duvet hugging her.

“I can remember that last night I told you to drop me off at the club I always go with the girls and that I would call Michael to come pick me up, how did I end up with you?”

“I did go to the club but you were already asleep, I tried waking you up but you refused to get up, what was I supposed to do? I couldn’t call Michael myse