Devil in red

out and yet her hand stopped on a firm Abs. She counted the parks on the hard body when her eye opens immediately to the sound she hears beside her. "Uhm, your up early." He said beside her

happened that night and all he could think about was running to a bar, one of his favorites 'enamore.' He wanted to tell what happened since he was almost caught at the crime scene, but how much sober he was to see his girlfriend drowning in her blood broke his heart more. After drinking himself into a stupor, he followed suit to a ladies' house. He didn't know which but all he knew he did was that he opened the door to an unknown stranger and walked right into her bed. What happened rest was something in their memories. "Who are you?" Copper stands, walking towards Michelle with his panties on. He looked at the girl confused and frustrated about how he got to her room. He walks closer to her and she kept flinching backward. "What do you mean, who am I? You're the one in my bed. How did you even get into my room?" Michelle asked, crying and scared if copper had already had his way with her. She wasn't ready to lose her virginity to some celebrity who would just leave her to her sucked-up life or miss the most important thing in her life and think it was just a dream. No, she couldn't. What could she do when her whole life was already hanging in the balance of her work at the bar? She was poor no doubt and she was living her best life alone with no friends. Her only friend was her mother, whom she got into a fight with and she had to move out of the house, fending for her fees. She looked to herself immediately and thought of throwing things at Copper who kept dodging her effortless attacks. "What did you do to me?" She cried. Copper was confused here. Who was the victim? Wasn't it h