I feel like a f*****g i***t.
Not sure whether it’s because I actually let my desires win and went down on Kara… or because I let her know that I regret it.
Or because I lied about regretting it.
It isn’t a complete lie, though. I do regret it. I regret getting a taste of Kara because now, I want to go back for more. Now, she’s the only constant thing in my mind, as if she wasn’t already f*****g constant before now. In simpler words, she was embedded in my mind.
There’s a fine line between control and chaos.
And today, I’m balancing right on the edge.
I’m seated at the head of the long obsidian table in the boardroom. It’s too bright in here. The air is too stiff, and my mind is barely present as these f*****g old men pitch me numbers they don’t even believe in.
Half of them are scar
