Simon kissed my cheek tenderly and put his hand underneath my skirt with practiced ease and explored gently. His voice was low, husky and unbearably seductive when he spoke to me, “Baby, can we keep it? Let’s have a child, Jane. Our child. The one that carries both our bloodlines, okay?"
My body trembled under Simon's sudden touch and my mind went blank. At the height of my vulnerability and passion, I whispered my consent, "Okay."
After the passion passed, Simon helped me clean up, then left after saying he had some work to deal with.
I sat on the edge of the bed, my cheeks still pink in shy afterglow. Suddenly, my phone vibrated and a flood of notifications lit up the screen.
I took the phone and saw a group chat was busy again, the one filled with Simon and his friends chatting. Since no one had ever chatted before, I did not know when I had been added to this group.
Since I hardly ever chatted in the chat group, they probably ignored the fact that I was also a member of the group, which was why they mocked me so recklessly in the group.