**Trigger Warning**
Terrance
I drove up to the upstate home where my mistress lived, steeling myself for what was sure to be a difficult conversation. As soon as I walked through the door, I could sense the tension in the air, thick and palpable.
"We need to talk," I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the turmoil swirling inside me.
She turned to face me, her expression guarded. "About what?" she snapped, already on the defensive.
I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts before speaking. "You need to move out." I said bluntly, cutting straight to the chase.
Her eyes widened in disbelief, and then narrowed in anger. "What do you mean, I need to move out?" she demanded, her voice rising. "This is my home too!"
