#Chapter184
‘Better make it three, I plan on getting shit-faced and I get horny and kinky when I’m high. Maybe need to use our special room if you can work that. I miss tying up docile women.’ He smirks, less genuine this time and I just swallow hard to stop any kind of physical reaction.
He doesn’t have that control over me anymore. Even though it does hurt, and it does get to me. I’m not that weak heart who crumbled at his feet last time, and I won’t ever give him the satisfaction of knowing he gets to me.
‘Sure. I road tested it while you were gone. Found myself a little plaything of my own and wanted to wipe away those memories for new fun ones. Only way to get over your past is to take control of it, right?’ I add haughtily and smile wickedly when his face physically changes.
Not subtle, not cool and controlled. He looks completely livid, tense jawline, eyes darkening and brows dropping dramatically. His eyes drop to his desk.
