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Fuck. She wanted to–

She gave me one final stroke before sucking hard on the tip. With a low growl, I released. Gripping the edge of my chair tight as she sucked my climax.

I stared at her through hooded eyes as she tucked me in. Wiping some of my essence that dripped down the corner of her mouth.

Fuck.

Chapter Twenty-One

Renee

“Do you want Fred to inform Mr. Knight?”

“No. No,” I immediately jumped off the counter.

Brenda eyed me warily.

“I mean, I’m fine Brenda, really. It’s just a headache. Plus, you’re making tea for me, so I’m good.”

“But you don’t look too fine dear.” She patted my cheeks. “I’m worried about leaving you all alone.”

“There’s Fred. If I need anything I’ll call him, I promise.”

Her shoulders sagged in resignation as she turned to continue her business. She was making herbal tea. Chamomile, to be precise, to alleviate my headache.

I sighed.

We stayed three more days in Santorini. Exploring the city…. And each other’s bodies before returning yesterday. For the first time, I was sure of what I wanted. I wanted it to never end.

I wished it’d never end. But wishes weren’t horses.

Once we arrived, it all started. At first, it was a headache. Then my temperature spiked. And I was still exhausted from the trip.

So I had asked for a day off which he’d eagerly given me. I had told him I wanted to visit my parent’s grave when he’d asked if I was okay. I probably was a shit daughter for lying like that.

And up till this moment, I still didn’t know why I lied. Maybe I just didn’t want him to worry. After all, it was just a fever.

Anyway, he tendered his condolences and headed to work. However, something told me he might return earlier than usual.

“Here’s your tea.” Bile suddenly rose in my throat when she brought the tea to me.

“Thank you,” I forced a smile.

She patted my shoulders. “Alright, honey, I’m off.”

“See you later.”

Just like that, I was left in silence. And the nauseating smell of the green tea. As I stared at the tea, the feeling became unbearable.

And I rushed to the toilet.

It’s just a fever.

It’s just a fever.

It’s just a fever.

I spilled my guts into the toilet, feeling my headache worsen. An unfamiliar feeling gnawed at my guts and more of my stomach contents came out.

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