Page 129 of Master of My Life

One week. She could do one week. One more week without sex.

She had to.

“Gonna take a shower.” She stood and turned on the cold water. Maybe it would shock her system

into resetting.

Or something.

She hoped.

Chase typed furiously into the server computer as he and Corey troubleshot the missing files. “Do you

see that?” Corey asked through the phone’s speaker.

“Which one?”

“Line five. The one with—”

Chase’s phone beeped, interrupting Corey’s observation. “Say that again.”

“Line five has some weird input coding. I think this is how your guy got in.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah.”

Chase sighed. “Can you see who got in?”

“Give me a s—”

His phone beeped again, and he looked to see Ethan calling. “Corey, let me call you back. Keep

working.” He tapped Ethan’s picture. He wouldn’t call unless he had a good reason. “Ethan?” He

stared at the strange coding.

“Something’s wrong with Sabrina.”

His heart dropped and he froze. “What’s wrong?”

“She won’t talk to me, but my gut says it sexual.”

Chase closed his eyes. He’d been expecting this, but she’d been doing well last week. “What

makes you say that?”

“We were watching that show and it got to the scene where Cliff and Rita finally have sex and she

jumped up and ran to the bathroom.” Ethan paused. “She’s in the shower right now, but her voice got

kinda funny before she did that.”

“Funny how?”

He didn’t answer right away. “It got really sexy.”

Chase would have laughed had the situation not been so serious.

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