Chapter 22. More Talk, Less Typing

I texted Fenella briefly and waited for a few minutes, but she hadn't replied yet. Uncertain, after a day passed without any news on Saturday, I couldn't stop thinking about her. I was taken aback by all the changes that had occurred in Fenella.

She was no longer the vulnerable girl overshadowed by bullies. She had a successful career, her beauty had blossomed, and she had become skilled in lovemaking.

The thought of other men being intimate with her makes me mad. Each time I imagined her with someone else, a mix of anger and pain surged in my chest and neck.

How many men had touched her? How often did she engage in lovemaking? Did her ex satisfy her every time? How many times did she reach climax in one session? Who took her virginity?

These questions consumed my mind, fueling a burning jealousy within me. It felt like a fire burning with kindling and charcoal, consuming my heart. 

Fenella seemed to occupy my thoughts constantly.