"You are well aware of my love for you, Jeff," remarked Rose. She gave him a back hug and stated, "I'm feeling cold right now." Jefferson had an excellent appearance and a romantic disposition. He looked fantastic because of his stylish trousers and well-fitting T-shirt outfit. Except for Emiliana, no other lady could reject him. She admired him dearly.
"If you want to be warm, let's get in the automobile. You can have as much as you want from me," Jeff responded, grinning at her for the first time since when Emiliana left them, and added, "In fact, my body is burning." When it came to lust and sensual pleasure, Jeff was a man who was simple to dominate. He found it quite simple to fall for any woman's ploy. In actuality, attracting him with his emotions was simpler than providing him with food. As they got inside the car, Rose hugged his back and stroked his chest. A powerful, intense need began to emerge from Jeff's body. He experienced a rhythmic shaking over his entire body.
His body reacted to any woman who approached him, even though Emiliana was her favorite girl and the one he loved the most. Even though his body was too hot to control, Jeff felt bad for cheating on her. He made a pact to himself that he would have one last sexual encounter with her before moving on to Emiliana. He assured himself of it! For the last time, he wanted her to offer herself to him. He committed himself that it was their last day together and he would only appreciate her body the most.
The worst affected Emiliana. They had been together for the previous four years, enduring all of his evil deeds toward her-but this time, she felt terrible.
She experienced two simultaneous betrayals. In addition, losing Rose as a friend. She caught her boyfriend sleeping with Rose, her closest friend and that sounded like. She resolved to take her own life after losing all hope. She found herself inside a club before she could hurl herself into the street.
Emiliana placed an order for her favorite wine and started to numb her worries. She drank excessively to the point where she was unable to raise her hand. She wanted to pass away in the bar, and the booze vendor refused to give her any more, saying that he wasn't ready to make a statement about someone passing away in his hands.
She dozed off on the bar's seats with her hands drooping sideways like garments drying in the sun after being hung on a thread. She was feeble.
At precisely one in the morning, Emiliana awoke intoxicated and unable to recognize herself. She was taken aback to discover that she was surrounded by males who desired to use her body. She wanted to defend her safety but was unable to even lift a finger. As they opened their pants to do the act together, the males were inebriated and also staggered. Emiliana got to her feet and stumbled while yelling for assistance. She collapsed to the ground, removed her high heels from her frail legs, and ran without thinking about where she was heading to. Unfortunately, her frail legs led her toward the road.
She kept thinking about how she was about to be raped by wanderers and how she wanted to get away from them. After seeing a headlight in front of her, she abruptly stood in the middle of the light. She remained motionless, unsure of what to do. She didn't use her hands to cover anything other than her head as if they weren't significant to her. She was suddenly startled by the car's brakes honking as it drove toward her. Her tension increased as it turned its head to look in another direction. Instantly, she felt the alcohol leaving her body.
As the car stopped, Emiliana collapsed to the ground. The driver of the vehicle appeared the most perplexed of all.
He covered his mouth with his palm while his large eyes bulged practically out of his socket. The most significant individual was sitting at the rear of the vehicle. He jumped out of his seat as a result of the abrupt halt of the car. He was dissatisfied with the move because his sunglasses fell from his eyes to his legs. He shot his eyes open in rage and looked at Jack, his driver.
"What's that? Why don't you let me know before you leap a bump at such a high speed?" stated Mr. D, who had hit his head on the roof of the automobile, sat in his seat, and added, "You want to kill me alive?" The driver, Jack, strained and perspiring heavily on his forehead.
Water started to form lines on his cheeks, but he wasn't crying. He wiped the sweat from his forehead as he looked at his boss.
Jack responded with terrified eyes, "Mr. D, I believe we have caused an accident, sir."
He abruptly continued, "Someone suddenly emerged in front of our automobile forcing me to apply the emergency brakes. I believe we didn't strike him. He must be a reckless individual looking for a place to perish. I don't think I killed him." Jack looked in the front mirror to see whether the person was there. Mr. D crossed his legs and put his glasses back where they belonged. He positioned himself comfortably and crossed his hands across his chest as well.
Mr. D said, "See who it is and hurry, I'm getting late."
Jack answered as he swung the door open, "Yes sir!" Unawarely, he discovered someone lying in front of the car. Jack first discovered that it was a stunning woman with long hair concealing her head. The smell of alcohol emanating from her was the second thing that caught his attention, indicating that the person was intoxicated. He questioned the motivation for the gorgeous woman's desire to end her life as well as her presence in the streets after midnight.
The third surprise was when Jack turned her to face him and realized that it was someone he knew.
"What! Emiliana? Jeff's girlfriend? Isn't she her? How did she get into this awful situation?" questioned Jack.