ELEANOR POV
I can't walk. If that was f*****g, then I’ve never been f****d. Here is the absolute, painful truth: Until you get f****d by a man that f***s like war, don't think you've been f****d.
If I wasn't the only one scheduled for the shift, I wouldn't be at work. It has been four days of me working day and night. In a literal day and night. I have no idea what Banks is high on, but he doesn't get tired, and he is always, always hard.
And now, I can't sit properly, and I'm supposed to go to him again tonight.
"Are you sure you're fine?" a friendly, regular client ask as he checked out.
"Yes, sir. Just menstrual pain," I say, offering a tight smile. It isn't entirely a lie; the pain is in the same general area.
This is just inflicted by a billionaire, not biology.
I'm close to k
