The life of the islanders

Yes! for Christ's sake she liked it, she was attracted to this big bad wolf to the point of no return. She was unwilling but the power of his seduction is too strong. The resistance she had was not enough. But she’s supposed to be a woman of sense, must not indulge in the life of a big-time criminal, that was the last straw of her sane mind, to escape him but now her mind is so messy.

Her insides still felt pain and she tried sleeping back and ignored the throbbing down there. If it was someone else even if she died, that someone else will definitely end in prison, but it’s him. It’s Albert May, the guy who she begged to marry in her dreams. The face that she painstakingly sketched in plain black pencils, in colored pencils, crayons, pastels, and oil paintings. The Mr. sexy guy in the bar that she dreamed of seeing again.