Ch 71
Eleanor POV
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I pour the drink, to serve the master who will be dominating tonight
My foot.
I should have not fallen for his tricks…
I lost the race.
Likewise, I get it…
Walking back, I look around, my eyes searching for him.
The night feels too cold and wrapped…
But I have all the energy, never felt this way in month,
A feeling where I'm set free in some sought of, maybe the running helped me feel this.
.
.
My eyes scan the area…
Then I find him…… As he walks out of the beach after a cold dip.
His shirt is gone, and he has his trousers folded till his knees, roughly.
His hair is wet and a few strands fall down his lashes.
But that's not what is making my cheeks burn…
His bare chest,…the V-shaped muscle that runs diagonally from his hip bones to the pelvic
