Hope for revenge

The next morning, Scarlett woke up alone in bed and her entire body was in numb pain. She groaned and rubbed her face in the pillow under her. She was laying on her stomach but didn’t have the strength to change position right away. Of course, she still remembered everything that happened the night before. She finally knew why people were so obsessed about sex. The sensations it ignited inside her were undescribable with word. Or maybe it was just Ryke who made it that good. He was perfect with her, treated he like a princess and still fucked her so hard that she became a sobbing, moaning mess. She wanted more of him. But, when she reached out to the other side of the bed, she found that it was cold and empty. Scarlett jerked her head up and saw that Ryke wasn’t sleeping next to her as she expected. He was gone. She slowly managed to sit up and look around in her bedroom. The silence was suffocating and she trembled, her naked body wrapped around the bedsheets. Did he leave ? Scarlett