CALVIN'S POINT OF VIEW
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" Calvin? Are you still there? " Alex interrupts my dirty thoughts starling me a little.
" f**k! Yes … I just … zoned out. " I explain my absence while wondering how in the name of everything that's holy will I be able to restrain myself from stroking?
" Alex? "
" Yes? " I think that he figured out what I was talking about because he replied in a deep voice that it's just a bit louder than a whisper.
" How are you? Physically I mean … the marks … " I trail off while images with his beautifully bruised and bitten body appear behind my close eyelids.
I know that I shouldn't ask this kind of question, but I still do. Why??? The answer may be stupidity.
I wonder how the f**k did I end up a CEO?
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