Roy's POV I

I silently watched Anne busy with what she was doing.

"Aren't you going to pay attention to me?" I interjected, trying to get her attention.

She was busy and had no time for us, especially for me.

"Roy, come on. I told you, not now. I am doing a lot of things right now, and I can't afford to lose even a second. Understand me, please."

I sighed and then slumped on the bed. We've been like this for three consecutive months now. I missed her so damn much. I miss being with her.

"Anne, I am done with this. I feel like I'm just an object that you use when you want to. You can only see me if you want to have sex with me. you see me when you want to heat things up. Is that all I'm good for?" I couldn't help but ask her. "Was that my only purpose to you?"

She turned to me. "What?" she said with a laugh. "Roy, I said I am busy! What are you talking about?"

"Why, isn't it true?" I asked. "You only come to me when you want to satisfy yourself."