Page 17 of Primal God

Did he…did he not have on a condom?

He pulls out a moment later and I feel our combined release dripping down my thighs. Oh my god.

How could I be so careless?! How could he?!

I spin, ready to tell him off.

Dr. Santos says, “I…I don’t feel so well.”

He turns, stumbling into a stall. A moment later, the sound of him retching fills the air.

Shit. I grab some paper towels, cleaning myself as best as I can before slipping on my panties and fixing my skirt.

He’s still bent over the toilet when I approach, but I don’t think he’s still throwing up.

“Dr. Santos?”

A soft sob leaves his lips. “Serafina, forgive me.”

Those three words stab me right through the heart.

It also confirms my worst fear.

This was a terrible mistake.

“Dr. Santos, I’m going to find your friends. Do you want to get dressed first?”

He nods, so I help him to his feet, where he leans against the wall of the stall. I tuck his cock back into his pants and zip them, making sure he looks decent.

“Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

I unlock the bathroom door and run right into Cecely, who looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

“Can you let table thirteen know that their friend is sick in the bathroom and needs help to get to his room?”

“I can.” She pauses. “Are you okay?”

No.“Yeah.”

“Lili—”

“It’s fine. I promise.”

I walk away before she can grill me any further.

My breath catches in my throat because each step makes me ache between my legs. And I hate it. I hate that I feel used. I hate that I want more. And I hate that he didn’t even really want this.

Glancing over my shoulder, I look back at the bathroom before rushing to the kitchen. This is for the best. I mean, maybe now I’ll get over this crush on Dimitri Santos. Right?

5

NOW

Lilith

I tap the toe of my shoe against the black and white tiled floor of the diner that João Santos asked me to meet him at. I have to admit, I was shocked when he texted. Even more shocked when he said he wanted to meet at our old spot. But he didn’t give me much more than that to go on, so here I am.

There’s a part of me that’s worried.

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