No one talks until we get to his penthouse. We have competition now of who’s best fit for being mute.

And despite my gloating right now, I don’t have much choice but to follow wherever he drags me to since I didn’t have my wallet nor my smartphone with me.

Once we are inside, he confidently leaves me alone while he goes straight to the tub. He knows I can’t run since the elevator inside his room only recognizes his fingerprint. So I just go inside his study room.

I cry and cry until there’s no more left to cry. I blame myself for being such a whore. I blame...