E M M E L I N E ‘ S P. O. V
It's been more than a week since Ajax and Damien finally submitted to my desires, and I'm still sore.
Seriously, it hurts to sit down but the aching sensation always makes me smile. A reminder that the life I'm living isn't just a dream but reality.
It's become our dirty little secret. The fleeting gazes they give me, the salacious smiles. It's just us. Us in our own little bubble that no-one else can encroach on.
Well, until now.
My fiancé is coming here. Apparently word of the assassination attempt got around and it would look strange if the doting fiancé didn't fly halfway around the world to comfort me.
So Theo is coming, and I've spent the past weeks almost forgetting that I had a fiancé to marry in approximately six months.
He's also meeting
