Chapter 12. End of the Show

While eating, I thought of something to ask him. He was next to me and yet once in a while kissing my shoulder.

“Clinton,” I call.

He drank his coffee and looked at me.

“Hmm?” He turned to me.

“How many women have you had sex with?” I asked bluntly, frowning at him.

He blew air and squeezed my thigh. “Naughty.”

I pinched him but instead, he laughed. “Just answer!”

“I don’t remember. Shit! Drop it, baby.” He motioned for me to eat.

I shook. I was very curious about his sex life back then.

“How old are you when devirginize?”

“Thirteen,” he answers.

He’s serious?!

I immediately slap his shoulder so he looked at me. I was irritated!

“Just make sure there’s no other woman right now! We’ll—”

He turned to me which surprised me and covered my lips with his lips.

“You’re the only one I want to touch but not now.” he grinned and kissed me again passionately.

Our weekend ended with Clinton and me st