Page 58 of Vanilla and Vice

Drama.

Hysterics.

But none of that happened.

Instead, she set something on the top of my desk and slowly backed away. Once she reached the door to my office, she looked over at me, her eyes slowly perusing my body before she turned, stepped out of my office, and slowly closed the door behind her.

A moment of clarity fell over me like a moist fog.

I couldn’t continue this way.

My past was haunting me. There were nights when I had nightmares of dead eyes staring back at me—accusing me of murder—putting me on trial for my dark and dirty thoughts and actions, but the way I was living was suffocating me.

I needed a release on occasion, and I wanted that release with Eden.

I was done fighting it. I wanted her, and I would have her. And when I was done with her, she would call me sir and beg for more.

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