#Chapter 72
Evelyn
God must hate me.
I'm certain about it.
Because there's no other explanation as to why it hasn't rained in two fucking weeks.
I live in Seattle for fuck's sake. My shoes get wet more than my clothes get dried since I sun-dry everything. Geographically there should be a wave of dark clouds coming anytime soon, but, unfortunately, all the clouds have decided to not travel to Seattle this month.
With each day my desperation is spiking and I'm on the verge of kissing myself. I can't do that of course. With orgasms things are easier. But with a kiss, I can't even try my luck at that.
Yasmine and Ivan notice the way I sulk around the office, always in a bad mood.
I wear one of the perfumes Warren bought me every day because that's the closest I get to having him near me.
A few clients arrived at my office claiming that Warren directed them to me and I found myself almost tearing up at the gesture.
