The quick movements of his hips against yours, the scratches on his back, the screams of pleasure. It had been an intense night, and they both knew it. However, for Jeffry it was enough and he did not hesitate to treat you the way he treated all the women he brought into his house.

The next morning, Jeffry wakes up and briefly looks at you with contempt, as if you were nothing more than an object. He gets out of bed and, while putting on a white shirt while still in his underwear, he talks to you out loud to wake you up.

"Come on, get out of here." You heard the icy tone of his voice, making you wake up and the first thing you saw were his piercing black eyes as he buttoned his shirt.