tal'

I thought he could feel it through my clothes. He didn't move away. Instead,

as deep and it made my skin tingle. "But I don't believe you

g anything, Alex," I said

d. His hands were warm, and they felt so familiar that it hurt. He squeezed

rve of my hips. "Three years ago, you were much slimmer. Almost skin and b

ips were wider, and my curves were softer than they used to be. It was the mark

arrassed. I tried to pull his hands

eaned in so his nose was brushing against mine. "I know you need mon

g for my mo

, and you chose the money. So, I'm giving you a choice now. Be my mistress. Work for me in the day, and stay

fering to buy me. He reall

et?" I asked. "While you go

up to my neck. "You are for me. What do you say, Krysta

air felt too thick. I used all my strength to shove h

" I said, my v

done talking to yo

grabbed my coat, and bolted for the elevator. My vision was blurry with tears. I f

hor

ush, she had left her phone sitt

f for letting her get to him, and he was angry at her for running away. He walked

w it. Her c

uld have to come back to get it. But as he held

e was no name, just a phone

g by the window. I miss you s

him in the gut. His face went pale,

whispered to th

king the clock. He thought about how she refused to stay late unless

t a child. He though

hing home to lie in bed with someone else. Someone who was waiting by a

ed the phone so hard the screen cracked a little more. "You

he had also spent three years secretly hoping she was alone and miserable, just lik

o give it back. Not yet. He was going to wait. He was going to f

professional. He was going to find out where she went every night,

o him, Krystal?" he said to th

ghts. He just sat in the dark, waiting for the morning, his mind filled with images of Krysta