"Hmm… hmm… hmm…"
Cindy hummed a merry tune, walking into the private gym in her basement. She was happy, no; she was elated after her encounter with Jack. Although they couldn't proceed further than fellatio, it was the closest he had been to her... after his accident, four years ago.
I won't let anyone take him from me this time.
Cindy frowned before quickly shaking her head.
I can't let that disgusting expression stay on my face. Jack didn't like it when we were together.
She picked up her phone, unlocking a hidden folder. It held all of their memories. The first date, as in the day she found him. The first kiss, technically, it wasn't a kiss since he just groped her. Even the day he railed her mouth like it was his exclusive onahole.
Every memory was time-stamped.
Yet, Jack wasn't aware of their existence.
She even sent those pictures to Anna, yet… they stayed together.
