AllieI went to the kitchen to start on lunch. Part of me was sort of grateful to be outside the sphere of Jett. Sitting that long, silently and with my legs pulled up beneath me like that, was hard. It made me stiff and I was already sore, so any excuse to get up was a good one. And I thought maybe if I had a minute away from Jett, I might be able to think clearly. Being around him was like being caught up in the sun’s gravitational pull. It was bright, warm, and unyielding. You would revolve around him. You would follow his rules. There was no question or escape or anything else.
Just Jett.
And while my body indulged in him like a drug, I had to remind myself about the logistics of things. Like, this was only a weekend. He was paying to use me like a s*x slave. And a housewife, I though
