Page 58 of Sinful Lies

I can feel the dark cloud start to tug at my thoughts, the memories forcing their way in.

I need to get out of here before they take over. I can’t let them consume me?—

“It’s okay if you’re getting turned on, Zara.” He chuckles. “Your husband doesn’t need to know.”

“W-was there anything else you needed?” My eyes start to prick with tears. My legs are trembling so badly I have to clutch the edge of the desk to keep myself from collapsing.

Giovanni’s swipes his tongue along his lower lip.

“There’s something else I need.” His hand reaches down to cup his cock.

The file drops to the floor, the papers scattering over the carpet, but I barely notice. I turn and bolt from his office as I fight the urge to vomit at the sight of him getting off at my pain.

My eyes fill with tears as I sprint back toward my desk and start grabbing my things.

I have to get out of here.

Karlie appears at my side, but I ignore her. I’m suffocating.

“Zara? Is everything okay?”

You’re not safe.

“I-I…” My voice cuts off as I’m hit with a flashback.

I stumble, reaching for my throat at the phantom feeling of Giovanni’s hands on my body, pinning me in place.

“Zara?” Karlie places a hand on my shoulder.

“D-don’t touch me.” I cringe at the feeling of her hand on me.

“Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean?—”

“I-I’m taking my lunch break.” I grab my bag off my desk.

“Do you want some company?”

I shake my head, the tears starting to spill down my cheeks as I throw my bag over my shoulder.

I hurry toward the elevator, glancing nervously over my shoulder for any sign of Giovanni, but it seems he’s still in his office.

“Breathe, Zara…” I whisper to myself as the elevator doors open, and I step inside. All I need is some fresh air to clear my head of the dark thoughts.

When the elevator opens up onto the lobby of my building, I sprint toward the exit and make my way toward the small park across the street.

It’s lunch time, which means the park is packed with young moms with baby strollers and office workers taking a break from their screens.

I keep my head down as I take the path on the left, counting my steps as I try to breathe. Normally, this routine can calm me down in a matter of moments, the repetitive counting soothing to my mind, but I can’t get the sight of Giovanni palming his cock out of my head.

That’s how it all started.

That’s how I ended up in this mess.

“Stop it, stop it,stop it.” I screw my eyes shut. I press the palms of my hands against them so hard, but the memories won’t stop playing on repeat.

They’re taking over my whole body. It’s as if I’m right back there?—

My knees buckle, and I fall to the ground, throwing my hands out to catch myself as my stomach threatens to empty itself right here in the middle of the park.

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