LEILA
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He was gone and I was left here alone in this room that felt both empty and utterly full, the air still thick with the scent of our s*x, a scent that clung to the fabric of my dress and filled my senses, my body humming and vibrating with the echo of his touch and the raw, undeniable pleasure of it all that still consumed me.
What the actual f**k.
My mind screamed with disbelief and confusion, trying to make sense of the last few minutes and the last few hours and the sheer, impossible reality of what had just happened here, in my office.
One minute I was drowning in a goddamn ocean of brokenness and humiliation in that conference room, my career shattering before my eyes in a public display of my unraveling, the next this. Him. Us.
How in the hell did I even get here f
