“Good.”
Without saying goodbye, I make my way to the front door and walk away.
I need to get some pussy right now. I need to release some tension.
Who am I kidding? Fuck.
What I really need is to ease my pain.
Chapter Thirteen
SARAH
The moment the door closes behind Rage, I draw a deep breath.
Sayingnoto Rage was harder than I thought it would.
A lot harder.
Fuck! What is wrong with me? I want him so bad.
And I meant it, it has been too long since I have been fucked, and maybe, in another life, in a different situation I would probably have fucked him twice in a heartbeat. I’m not going to lie, Rage’s proposal is highly attractive – simple, direct and without any drama. But we are who we are, and we are where we are. There is no changing that.
I made a promise to myself. I will find Bruno even if it kills me.
So, first things first. I need the letter.
I make my way to my bedroom and open the drawer. The paper is worn out due to the countless times I have opened it to read it, so wrinkled it looks like it’s about to give up and will tear apart soon. Bruno’s words are still legible, despite my crossing them out.
But again, I’m going to honor my words, even if it means I am going to die.
Bruno wrote this letter with a lot of emotion, even more than I thought he had. Knowing what I know now, makes me realize that much. On this piece of paper, he tells me I’m the love of his life, something I always knew, but fought so hard to ignore until I realized it was impossible to resisthim, to resist love. I was so stupid back then that I couldn’t say those words back.
I regret it every single day. I should’ve told him that I feel the same way.
A part of me knows that, since the day he left, he has known I would look for him, that I will do whatever it takes to find him, and he isn’t wrong. Then again, if I actually think about all this, there is no way he would have done any of it if he knew I could die in the process. Though to be honest, none of that matters anymore. What does matter is that I’m not scared of anyone or anything. I will go. Period.
I’m going to Saudi Arabia, a place of contrasts. There is a lot of money but also a lot of poverty. A country where women are nothing and are treated as such or even worse.
I’m embarking on a trip where the odds will never be in my favor. Saudi means something I can’t quite understand yet. Maybe it represents death or maybe it’s Bruno.
“This is your chance to finally start over, without any burdens from the past,”he wrote,and I can’t help but wonder.
Would he have written those words it if he knew that starting over meant being with Rage?
I don’t need his answer, though, I already know. If he didn’t want to give me his name years ago, I don’t think he would have approved Rage grabbing my tits, let alone having a life with me.
“What’s not to like? Let’s see:
Manly hands… Check.
Big arms… Check.
Badass attitude… Check.
If you want him, I’ll fuck him three times for you, girl”Life jokes.
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