Page 83 of Love Harder

He ate, showered, and then we went to bed, where he did things to me that were illegal in at least ten different countries.

There is usually one thing that your partner does or says that makes you go weak at the knees, and for me, it’s spoken words, of course. When barking orders at me, I would rebel (no surprise), and what he would say to me, I just wanted to defy him even harder because, oh my lord…

The words he spoke, although simple, left me a salivating mess.

“Do what you’re told.”

The moment he said those words, I did the opposite as I knew what followed.

He’d slap my ass.

He’d order me to spit in his mouth.

He’d pull my hair.

He’d choke me.

He’d talk dirty.

He’d eat me out in a way that had me wondering, where the fuckity fuck did he learn that?

He’d fuck me into submission.

And then we’d fall asleep close together, his gentle breathing lulling me to sleep.

This was our routine for a week.

And I was becoming hooked.

So were my friends who loved The Unicorn.

They wanted to hang out as his energy was addictive. I loved the way he engaged with them.

I spoke to his family on the phone early on.

He made it clear I wasn’t a secret; something which was a culture shock for me. He often said his friends didn’t believe I was real. That I was The Unicorn’s imaginary girlfriend.

The more time I spent with him, the more I liked.

This was bad.

My heart prepared for battle.

He was beyond handsome, and I often looked at him when he was distracted. The way he would use his left hand for somethings but his right for others, or the cute little gaps between his teeth. Or the heart shape at the end of his nose.

I admired all the things he probably overlooked. He was simply beautiful.

Usually, someone needs a muse to be inspired, and The Unicorn quickly became mine. I mentioned how Switzerland was on the cover ofLOVE HARD,and his tattoos were a distinguishing feature. He never wanted any notoriety. He was just happy to do something important to me.

I then had an idea.

I asked The Unicorn if perhaps he would like to do a cover with me because even though I had no idea where this was headed, I would always remember him as the boy who was different from the rest.

He seemed hesitant at first because perhaps his confidence was shattered due to someone not loving him how he deserved. But he said he would do it for me, and just when I thought he couldn’t surprise me any more than he already had, he told me he wanted to get a tattoo…of a unicorn.

I had given him a list of the names Mötley and I had come up with for him as I had told him I wanted to write about us because this story was so unlike anything I’ve ever told. The Unicorn was the first name I thought of, but usually, one associates unicorns with glitter and five-year-old girls’ birthday parties.

But he laughed and said what did I like best. I said The Unicorn because that’s what you are—you’re my unicorn. You really are one of a kind.

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