Chapter Sixty Three: The aftermath of Mr Cocky's gratuitous move
Had it not been for the aid of the cool air circulating in the room, I would have been sweating profusely. I never knew I could fear confrontation so much!
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Getting Emilio to keep his mouth clear of suggestions of all the wrong reasons I could have dragged him to my room for was much like trying to understand his motive for such stipid behaviour, near impossible.
He could only wish I hurried to take him upstairs to scratch a terrible itch up my v****a but I did not see it as necessary at all for him to voice his fantasies. If anything, I needed his mouth closed. It was enough that his presence would not go missed, he needed not to make his exact whereabouts clearer to the person that had entered the doo
