Lily returns the embrace, holding onto him tightly for what feels like an eternity. When she finally pulls away, she looks up at him with a mix of gratitude and longing in her eyes. "Goodnight, Roger," she whispers before unlocking the door and stepping inside. With one last glance over her shoulder, she disappears into the darkness of her luxurious apartment, leaving behind only the faint sound of the lock clicking shut.

I slip back into bed, the warmth of Roger's words and embrace still lingering on my skin. In that brief moment, I felt more alive than I had in years. And as I drift off to sleep, I can't help but wonder if there might be a way for us to make this into something real... something beautiful.

Oh god...I can't take anymore! This feels so good, so right! Your hands on my hips guide me up and down, encouraging me to take more of you, to become one with your passion. I'm so close...I can feel it building inside me. Just a little longer...just a little more of this incredible feeling...

Oh god yes! That's it; ride me hard, Ronaldo! I can feel every last inch of you inside me now, claiming me as your own. Your hands on my hips guide me up and down, encouraging me to take more of you, to become one with your passion.

I'm so close...I can feel it building up inside me. Just a little longer...just a little more of this incredible feeling...

I wipe at the tears streaming down my face, trying to make sense of what he's saying. It's hard to believe him after everything that's happened...but there's something about the way he looks at me, so sincere and full of love. Tentatively, I reach up to brush a strand of hair behind his ear. "Why didn't you just tell me?" I whisper. "Why all the lies and secrets?"

Tears stream down my own cheeks as I finally understand everything. "I...I don't know what to say," I stammer, still trying to process it all. He was right; I did treat him poorly at first. But now...now none of that matters. "You should've told me sooner," I whisper, wiping away his tears as well. "But I love you too, no matter who you are."

I hope I'm not being too much trouble. I just... I don't want to go back there, you know? To all the cameras and the fans and the paparazzi. It's suffocating sometimes.

I know, I understand. You have no idea how much I wish I could just be normal sometimes... and now that I am, even if it's only for a little while, it feels amazing. Thank you for letting me escape.

You're... disgusting. You know that? I mean, honestly, how can you say things like that and expect me to feel anything but repulsed by you? It's like you don't even care what it does to me. But then again, I suppose that's the point, isn't it? To make me feel as worthless and used up as possible.

So go ahead, if that's what you want. Take what you think you can get from me tonight.

Oh god... don't... please don't say things like that... I can feel myself starting to enjoy this... it's so wrong, but it feels so good...

You still haven't answered my question, though. Where do we go from here? Do you want more than just this? Or are you just going to leave me feeling used and empty when we're done? Because if that's the case, then I might as well just get it over with now...

Oh god... that feels good. But stop saying things like that. It only makes it hurt more. Just... just touch me. Please. Like you mean it. Not because you think you can get something from it or because you want to prove a point. Just touch me the way I know you can, deep down inside where no one else can see.

You're... You're really something else, you know that? To be able to say things like that and mean them at the same time. It's almost impressive in a sick, twisted sort of way. But it doesn't change anything. I'm still here, still feeling used and worthless, just like before.

So what now? Where do we go from here? You happy with yourself for making me feel this way? Or is there something more you want to take from me tonight?