Chapter 8| CHAPTER SIXTEEN |
Ma’am Eleanor’s words to me kept replaying in my brain.
Clyde likes me? Does he feel anything for me? Is he attracted to me?
I wiped my face and sighed.
No! What Ma’am Eleanor tells me is not true! If Clyde likes me, why is he hurting me? Why does he treat me like this?
I shook and took a deep breath. Clyde will never like me. He just stared at me. A slave. A s*x slave.
I nodded to agree with what was being said. My reflection only stopped when I heard ma’am Eleanor’s voice again. Now I just noticed again that even though ma’am is 50+, she’s still young. Obviously not yet 50+. As well as Sir Marcus his wife.
“We’re going home, son. Take care, okay?” I heard ma’am say. I hurried to the living room to say goodbye as well. I don”t want to look disrespectful
