~Hermes~
"Mr. Grande."
Her voice is laced with shock as she steps backward, letting my hand fall from her.
I glance down for confirmation—no reaction. My c**k is still obedient, and I feel no arousal.
You’ve got to be f*****g kidding me.
I touched her… and I don’t feel anything?
I feel like a f*****g saint, dammit.
"Mr. Grande, what… what are you doing here?" she asks, but I’m not listening.
I chuckle quietly. "What are you doing here?"
My gaze drifts to the garden behind her, noting it's stillness and dullness. This is definitely not how I remember it.
It is now different, dead even, but I shouldn't be looking at them, I should be looking at her to keep testing and making sure it’s real.
And so I do. I look her right in the eyes.
Her jaw is f*****g tense.
It seems she’s brood
