I sat in my leather chair, staring at the panoramic view of the Chicago skyline, but the buildings weren't what I was looking at.
My mind was stuck in the nursery because I could still smell that faint, floral scent of her hair, Amelia.
The way she had looked this morning, singing those ridiculous songs with Amy, had done something to my chest that I didn't like. It felt like a crack in a foundation I’d spent fifteen years making bulletproof. She was innocent and perfectly submissive that it had my c**k twitching in my pants. That f*****g betrayer.
The way she had looked at me when I caught her in the nursery, those wide, hazel eyes tracing the line of my throat, I knew exactly what she was thinking. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. It makes me want to ruin her.
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