Page 72 of Crave Me

“You boys really had amazing role models.”

“I don’t disagree with you. We were lucky and I know that. I wish you had the same. Have you ever looked your parents up?”

“No. And I don’t want to. There’s a big part of me that blames them for everything that happened to me. I wish I had been enough of a reason for them to get their lives together. But I guess that’s addiction for you.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I know it doesn’t mean much, but I’d kill them all if I could. You should be so proud of yourself, you’re a survivor and you’re damn amazing. Look at how far you’ve come with no support and starting out with the shitty life cards you were handed. I’m going to keep you safe; I won’t hurt you.”

“I believe you.”

The next morning, I wake up alone, her spot on the bed cold, and clothes long gone. Blaire tends to sneak out of my house beforethe sun comes up, like a little thief in the night, still terrified of anyone finding out about us. I roll over and grab my phone, sliding the alarm off and pulling up her texts.

Me:

You’re a menace

Me:

When will you let me wake up to you and bring you to work?

Blaire:

Says the dickhead who steals my panties, I’m running low by the way so if you could return the ones you have

A smile spreads across my face as I lean over and open my end table drawer, pulling out a baby blue polka dot thong. I bring it to my nose, inhaling her sweet pussy, and turn my camera on to take a selfie. I snap a quick photo and send it to her.

Me:

These? Nah. How else would I be able to smell your cunt when you refuse to be here?

Blaire:

Dallas! You’re a freak. That’s not sanitary

Me:

Fuck if I care. I could have my face buried between your legs right now

Blaire:

You’re distracting. Let me get ready for work.

Me:

Imagine all the things I could do to distract you if you were next to me

Me:

Where you should be

Blaire:

See you at work, boss

Groaning, I toss my phone to the side and walk naked to my bathroom for a shower, not thrilled with the idea of washing her off me. I hurry through my morning routine, throwing on a pair of jeans and a button-up shirt since it’s Friday, knowing that I don’t have time to pick up coffee for Blaire from Bean Haven, and rush out of the house.

Once I make it to work, I head straight for my office only to find our intern, Marcus, waiting at my door.

“Hey, Marcus, everything okay?”

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