LEILA
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The evening started like any other until a message popped into my phone.
I was not expecting it, not after the quiet drive back to the city, I had a different feeling that weekend, intense as it was, was over, a fleeting moment of escape, and then another message came.
An address, a location I didn't recognize, followed by a time, and a car arrived a little while later, not his usual black town car, but a different one, discreet, waiting for me outside my apartment building.
I put on makeup, trying to look perfect as I rolled my hair into a bounce and then followed by a slitted light blue dress, until I was satisfied I looked perfect for anything he was going to throw at me.
I stepped into the car, my heart pounding with a mixture of apprehension and a strange, undeniab
