CHAPTER 11

　　"What are you staring at, Amaya?" Jeremy asked me as he was tracing my gaze through my focus yet his hands were busy touching every part of my body as I was lifted up onto his body. 　　"Oh! Nothing much, Jeremy!" I responded with a fake smile, bringing back his hand up to my chest region. 　　Jason stood on the porch, checking his time every now and then, as he looked around for something I did not know. He should go back to where he was coming from, isn't he? I had already made up my mind to give out my first time to Jeremy tonight, and I would not mind how deep he could come inside of me. I fuckingly didn't care. 　　Are you blaming me for my choice? No, you should not. Jason claimed he loved me whereas he was a liar who was doing everything to make sure he slept with me and used me. Imagine he was telling me he would help me find the truth about my mom's death just to get me laid. But Jeremy made it known to me that he wanted my butt, straight and clear, and not making me a fool in