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She sipped from her wine again, trying to ignore the fact that her entire pussy was swollen and hot.

Her clit was hard and throbbing as if she’d just been masturbating.

Her nipples were as stiff as steel bullets, her breasts heavy.

She wasn’t pregnant though. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d actually gotten laid. So it wasn’t that.

Then what was it?

You know, Stacy.Stop lying to yourself. You know what’s happening.

Part of her did, but she couldn’t accept it. She was tooterrifiedto accept it.

What it might mean.

What it might say about her future.

The truth about what shewas.

(Stacia…)

Her piercing yelp echoed off the bathroom walls, and she sat up so fast, her arms flailing, that the water splashed onto the tiles.

“What thefuck?”

Her heart in her throat, the roaring in her ears deafening for a moment, she sat still, listening for it.

There’s nothing to hear, Stacy.

“Great.” She scrubbed both her palms up and down her face. “Voices in your head now? This day’s getting better and better.”

Lying back in the water, she tried to forget it, breathing deeply, closing her eyes, willing herself desperately to calm down. Doing her best to kid herself about what had just happened. It wasn’t just the name that had unnerved her.

That voice in her head… she’d heard it before. And recently.

She finally got out of the tub, the water long since gone lukewarm, and toweled herself off. Padding naked into her bedroom, she saw her phone, lying there on the bed, the screen lit up bright. She picked it up.

“Ah, shit,” she whispered, shaking her head.

She’d had five calls while she was in the tub.

Five of them?

And they were all from the office. Every single one.

“Not good,” she muttered.

Then she laid down on the mattress.

Her skin was still simmering with that almost electric prickling across its surface. She willed herself to relax, to try and sleep. If nothing else, it would—for a few hours at least—shield her from the meaning, from the truth of the potential oblivion awaiting her.

If she faced what she knew inside was actually happening.

She’d confront it in the morning. She’d figure out how to handle it, how to work it out. She always did.

Or so she thought.

CHAPTER7

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