But sooner or later, it’ll pass.
Though, “sooner” would be preferable.
I’m stronger than I look. That’s what she said to me.
It took every ounce of willpower I had not to reply with exactly what I was thinking. I know you are, darling. I know how that body feels in my hands. What it’s capable of. And I plan on pushing you to your limits.
Somehow, I’d swallowed those words—when all I wanted to do was devour her instead.
Next time, I might not be so lucky.
I adjust my suit jacket. After years of hating to dress up like my father always wanted, I’d found myself reaching naturally for it after leaving Esme’s room.
The suit fabric is a deep navy blue, highlighted by the stark white shirt. Both tailored to perfection by the man my father keeps on staff for just that purpose.
I leave my b
