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an almost Arab appearance, but it suited my face. Taking a deep breath, I prepared to leave the bathroom and find my friends to tell them I was leaving. I wanted them to have more freedom to get to know the guys who came to sit with them and not have to deprive themselves because of me. But, at the moment I opened the door, going through my bag to check if everything was there, I bumped into someone. — I'm sorry, I... — The moment I looked up, there was my asshole ex, Álvaro. I tried to step back, but he grabbed my arms. - What are you doing here? — He was nearby. His friend made a post on Instagram and tagged the location. I thought it might be a good idea to stop by and talk. - Damn it! Was Alessandra crazy? I hated it when I committed that kind of recklessness. Tagging your location on social media was the most careless thing anyone could do. It was a perfect place for stalkers or crazy people to party. There was the proof. I tried to free myself from Álvaro's hands, but he held me more firmly. — Calm down, princess. I just want to talk. I'm sorry for what happened. It was stupid of me. You're worth it, and I should have waited for you... But I'm a man, you understand, right? — Without any permission, he put an arm around my waist, which made my eyes widen. — You're so cute, for God's sake. What an idiot I am! — Ah, that's you! But it's over, Álvaro... I don't want it anymore. You betrayed me, disrespected me. — Don't do it like that, beautiful. What did you come to do here like that, looking all hot like that, huh? Have you come to try to replace me? Was fast. But I'm only leaving here with you. We don't have to do anything you don't want to do, but I can try, can't I? He tilted his head and started kissing my neck, while I tried to push against his chest, so he could let go. — No, Álvaro! No! — I said, still trying to free myself, even going so far as to punch his arm, but I could smell alcohol on his breath, which disgusted me. But he didn't seem to care about my refusals, and I started to wonder: how did I manage to date this guy? How could I allow him to put his disgusting mouth on mine and kiss me? And... — The girl said no. A male voice came out of nowhere, making Álvaro finally stop kissing me. His arms loosened around me, and I managed to take a step back, even though my legs felt weak. The feeling of being forcibly taken was… God, wasn't it just revolting. It was almost painful. I felt my vulnerability much more pronounced, as if something similar could happen at any moment, from anywhere. —And who are you, you idiot? — I heard Álvaro speak, but I was so terrified that I barely raised my head to see who the man was who ha