DENVER
I was just staring blankly at Chloe’s face, not actually listening to the things he has been saying, because my mind has been roaming about, or rather revolving around, that little girl’s world.
I call her that little girl so my d**k can behave, at least. I want to call her that so my d**k can stop having ideas, but she was never that little girl. At least, not for some time. Not for now that I’ve given up the fight to kill my urge for her.
She’s practically a woman. A full-grown woman with legs that go for miles and a tiny waist that can only fit in one of my palms. And currently, she’s in the place where I’m supposed to be focused, not distracted.
And I can’t get my mind off the picture of her in my head. The skirt she’s wearing and the way she had technically dressed for busi
