Thankfully not.

Bianca shivered as Tyrese's fingers traced the curve of her hips, his touch igniting a spark of unwanted desire within her. She could still feel the lingering warmth of his body, the sensation of his skin against hers as they had made love just moments ago. The memory of their encounter was still fresh in her mind, the conflicting emotions of fear, disgust, and arousal swirling within her.

Bianca's heart raced as she slowly began to collect her clothes, pulling her underwear and bra on with trembling hands. She could feel the dampness between her thighs, the evidence of their passionate encounter still clinging to her skin.

Bianca quickly pulled on her pencil skirt, smoothing down the fabric over her hips and thighs. She then reached for her blouse, slipping it on over her head and buttoning it up, trying to regain some semblance of control over her appearance. As she adjusted the collar, she could still feel the lingering warmth of Tyrese's touch on her skin, the memory of their encounter still fresh in her mind.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm the racing of her heart as she prepared to leave the room. Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions - fear, disgust, and a twisted sense of arousal all swirling together in a toxic mix.

Tyrese flopped onto the bed, a smug grin plastered across his face as he watched Bianca scramble to get dressed. He stretched out languidly, his muscles rippling beneath his skin as he took in the sight of her hurried movements. The cool air of the room raised goosebumps on Bianca's exposed skin, making her nipples pebble against the thin fabric of her bra.

"You know," Tyrese drawled, his voice low and teasing, "I could just keep fucking you all night and you'd still be begging for more. You're like a bitch in heat, **** for a good dicking."

Bianca shook her head, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to ignore the heat building between her thighs. "No. This is it. I gave you what you wanted again," she said, her voice trembling slightly. She made her way towards the door and into the hallway, determined to check on Robert and end this night on a better note.

As Bianca opened the door to the bedroom next door, she was hit with the strong smell of beer. Her eyes landed on Robert's prone form on the futon, his clothes disheveled and his face pale.

Bianca shook Robert gently, her brow furrowing with concern. "Babe, come on," she murmured, her voice a low, soothing tone. "Let's head home."

Robert's head lolled to the side, his eyes fluttering open briefly before closing again. He mumbled something incoherent, his words slurring together. Bianca placed a hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat erratically beneath her palm.

"Robert, you need to get up," she said firmly, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "We need to get you some water and food. You can't stay here like this."

Bianca's eyes widened in shock as Robert waved a dismissive hand at her, his words barely intelligible. "You... just... leave me alone," he slurred, turning his face away from her.

Bianca pinched the bridge of her nose and gazed around the room, feeling overwhelmed by the chaos and her own conflicted emotions. She was still reeling from her encounter with Tyrese, the guilt and excitement of their passionate encounter warring within her. As she turned to leave, Tyrese appeared around the corner, his shirt barely covering his torso.

"Seems Robert is comfortable," Tyrese remarked with a smirk, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Maybe we should leave him be for now and head back to your place."

Bianca hesitated, her heart racing at Tyrese's suggestive words.

Bianca took a few steps forward, her voice low and urgent as she tried to silence Tyrese. "He's right there, so keep your voice down. This is over between us. You're not welcome at my place."

Tyrese's amusement was palpable as he chuckled at Bianca's attempt to assert control. He leaned in, his warm breath sending a shiver down her spine as he whispered, "You know I'm the only one who truly understands what you need. Robert's oblivious to your desires, and it's only a matter of time before he loses you completely."

Bianca's pulse quickened as Tyrese's words struck a chord, the intimacy of his tone making her skin prickle with unease. The scent of his cologne, still lingering on her skin from their earlier encounter, seemed to intensify, leaving her feeling lightheaded and ****.

Tyrese's hand curled around Bianca's hip, his fingers kneading the flesh as he drew her close. "Leave Robert here to sleep it off," he whispered, his warm breath caressing her ear. "I'll come home with you, take care of you the way you need."

Bianca's eyes fluttered closed, her body swaying toward him despite her better judgment. The contours of his chest pressed against her, sending a shiver down her spine.

"I have to go home," she protested, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need to make amends with Robert."

Tyrese's laughter was low and husky, his fingers tightening on her hip as he held her in place. "Make amends?" he repeated, a hint of mockery lacing his tone. "You mean pretend like everything is fine when it's not?" His eyes gleamed in the dim light, challenging her to confront the truth.

Tyrese's smirk deepened as his fingers continued to caress Bianca's curves, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. "The proof is still warm inside you," he whispered, his voice laced with a hint of triumph. "Don't try to deny it, little hoe. Your body speaks louder than your words."

Bianca's eyes flashed with a mix of emotions as she struggled to respond. "You manipulated me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, the words trembling on her lips.

Tyrese's laughter was a low, husky sound that sent a flutter through Bianca's chest. He leaned in closer, his breath a gentle caress on her skin. "I simply showed you what you've been craving," he whispered, his words dripping with intimacy.

Bianca's hands shook as she removed Tyrese's grasp from her hip, her voice steady despite the turmoil brewing inside. "I'm going home, and I'm going alone." She stepped back, creating a deliberate space between them, and adjusted her skirt with a fluid motion, attempting to regain a sense of composure.

A flicker of frustration danced in Tyrese's eyes, tempered by a hint of amusement at Bianca's newfound assertiveness. A low, husky laugh escaped his lips as his gaze traveled the length of her body, his expression laced with incredulity. "You expect me to stay here with him?" he asked, his tone heavy with skepticism, as if the notion was laughable.

Bianca's jaw set in determination, her eyes locked onto Tyrese's in a silent challenge.

Tyrese's gaze sparkled with malice as he leaned in, his soft words dripping with venom. "Perhaps I'll find someone downstairs to... entertain Robert while he's indisposed," he suggested, a sly smile twisting his lips.

Bianca's eyes blazed with fury as she lunged at Tyrese, her hands closing around his arm like a vice. She dragged him toward the door, her movements jerky with anger. "You'll do no such thing," she spat, her voice low and deadly.

Tyrese's laughter was a low, rough sound as he allowed Bianca to pull him along, his eyes glinting with amusement at her righteous indignation.

Bianca's grip on Tyrese's arm was unyielding as she towed him toward the door, her knuckles pale with tension. "Leave Robert alone," she warned, her voice venomous. "I won't tolerate any disrespect toward him."

Tyrese's laughter was a low, gravelly sound, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "So you're the sole arbiter of who gets to cheat in this relationship?" he taunted, his gaze raking over Bianca with a sly intensity.

Bianca's face ignited with rage, and she released her hold on his arm only to deliver a stinging blow across his cheek. Her eyes blazed with unyielding determination as she stood her ground, her chest heaving with indignation.

Tyrese's head recoiled from the **** of Bianca's slap, his eyes flashing with surprise. A red handprint bloomed on his dark cheek, and he touched it with his fingertips, a glimmer of anger sparking in his gaze.

Tyrese's eyes blazed with fury as Bianca's slap resounded through the room. With a swift motion, he grasped a handful of her hair, his fingers digging deep as he yanked her head back, baring her neck. "You dare to try to control me?" he snarled, his face mere inches from hers. His grip tightened, and he hauled her back into the room, the door crashing shut behind them with a deafening crash.

Bianca's eyes went wide with alarm as she stumbled after him, her scalp burning from his brutal grip. She tried to plant her feet, but Tyrese's formidable strength left her **** but to follow, his movements propelling her backward onto the bed they had been entwined on not long ago.

Tyrese slammed the door shut behind them, the sound of the lock clicking into place a stark reminder of Bianca's captivity. As he loomed over her, the dim lighting cast a foreboding silhouette, accentuating the tension etched on his face. His gaze pierced hers with an unnerving intensity.

A low, menacing growl rumbled in his chest as he spoke, his words laced with a twisted claim of ownership. "Since you're not willing to acknowledge what's between us, I'll make sure you remember it here, in this bed." His voice sent a shiver down her spine as he took a step closer, his eyes burning with an unyielding hunger.

Bianca's pulse quickened, her heart racing with a potent mix of trepidation and illicit longing. She edged backward, **** to create some distance between them, her eyes darting wildly around the room in search of an escape.

Tyrese's gaze snapped with anger as Bianca attempted to retreat, her trembling form radiating a mix of terror and defiance. He stalked closer, his deliberate strides echoing through the room, his eyes locked onto hers with unyielding intensity. A scornful laugh escaped his lips. "You expect me to swallow that slap?"

Bianca's breath caught in her throat as Tyrese loomed over her, her mind frantically searching for an escape from this precarious situation. She inched backward on Tyrese's bed until she was against the wall, **** to increase the distance between them, her pulse racing with every beat. "Tyrese, stop," she implored, her voice a faint whisper. "I never meant to hurt you. You know how I feel about Robert.."

Tyrese smirked darkly, his eyes glinting with malicious amusement. "Oh yes, the caring girlfriend who has another man's cum leaking out of her at this exact moment," he taunted, his voice dripping with disdain. He took a step closer, looming over Bianca's trembling form. "How noble of you to claim such lofty sentiments. Perhaps you should have thought of that before spreading your legs for the next man who caught your eye."

His gaze raked over her body, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "I wonder what Robert would think if he knew his woman was dripping wet from another man's touch. Would he still call you his 'girlfriend' then?"

Bianca's voice faltered, her mind frozen in terror as Tyrese's words cut deep. She longed to scream, to flee, but her legs felt heavy, pinned to the spot by a mix of fear and adrenaline. The wall behind her seemed to close in, making her feel trapped and helpless. Her eyes darted wildly, searching for an escape, but Tyrese's unyielding gaze held her captive. His fury was suffocating, making it hard for her to breathe. She felt a cold sweat trickle down her spine as he took another step closer, his face twisted in a mixture of anger and contempt. Bianca's heart sank, her thoughts racing with the consequences of her actions. She knew she had to think fast, or risk being consumed by the darkness that seemed to surround her.

Tyrese's grip closed around Bianca's ankle like a vice, his fingers digging deep into her skin as he pulled her down to the foot of the bed. His eyes blazed with a feral light, his voice dripping with malice. "You have two options," he snarled, his words dripping with venom. "Surrender to me, or I'll arrange a little surprise for Robert's benefit – a demonstration of what it means to cross me."

As Tyrese positioned her at his mercy, Bianca's skin crawled beneath his touch. His gaze roved over her, drinking in every detail of her trembling form, and for an instant, she felt a spark of illicit excitement flicker to life within her. The sensation was swiftly extinguished by a wave of shame and terror, but Tyrese's gaze seemed to catch the flicker, his eyes glinting with a cruel satisfaction. His hold on her ankle tightened, a brutal reminder of the choice she faced.