150 Pills for a Promise
Language: en
After half an hour of sex, Torres handed me a birth control pill, as usual. "Take it now. Don't cause me any trouble." I took it and swallowed it skillfully. "This is the 150th time. You promised that after I took 150 pills, you'd marry me." He looked surprised, then seemed to remember something. He lifted my chin with his fingertip. His tone was frivolous. "Vivian, how can you take pillow talk seriously? Anna's coming back from abroad today. Pack your things and move out. I don't want her to see any trace of you." After he left, I sat on the edge of the bed in silence for a long…