Sobbing and shaking with anger and frustration, Allison makes her way home in disbelief. Her body aches with desire as she thinks about being so close to Devawn but still so far away. She collapses onto her bed, still clutching the ripped piece of clothing with his autograph on it like a lifeline. Tears stream down her face as she realizes just how obsessed and pathetic she's become over this man who doesn't even know her name.

I can barely contain my rage and desire as I wake up the next morning, thinking about how close I was to finally having Devawn all to myself. My body is still sore from grinding against him at the autograph signing; it's a constant reminder of just how much I want him inside me. Rolling out of bed, I immediately go online to check up on his latest social media posts, hoping for some sign that he's thinking about me too.