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I quickly walked to my office feeling tons of weight and emotions—anxiety, guilt, stress, and longing. I knew I shouldn't have taken the risk of this case, and I can't believe I just...
My heels clicked against the floors, the only sounds feeling my mind in the busy hall, each step matching each thrust of the bed headboard reminding me of last night's mistake.
Dammit, Satura
I walked into my modern glass office and quickly struggled to remove my coat. Frustrated, I threw the coat against the wall. My chest tightened, and tears filled my eyes. I couldn't believe I had slept with him. I had slept with Cristiano Maselli.
How could I let this happen? I look up at the ceiling, trying to blink away the tears. I heard the door open, reminding me I had forgotten to lock the door. I wiped the escaped tears, turned around, and plastered a fake smile.
"Morning, Sweetcheeks!" Tara chirped and swung the door closed with her heel while holding two brown bags, a tray with one coffee cup, and yellow and red icy. "I brought the goodies."
I tried to compose myself and gave her a weak smile before she entered. "Thank you, Tara."
"No problem, baby, but not gonna lie. I did forget it was my turn to buy brunch; I figured you need it after that meeting." She slid the icy drink to me, handed me a breakfast sandwich, pulled her meal, and sat comfortably down to dig in.
"Girl, let me tell you, my boyfriend did me so good this morning! I almost called out work because he wouldn't let me go this morning." She blustered while eating.
The cold drink burned my hand as I felt the attempt frostbite on my hand as I was holding it for too long. While my mind is fighting to tell her.
"And let me tell you, the reason for that, was threatening him I was going to cut the kitty off. All because he thought he could get away with sleek stuff. Then he dares tell me how he's the head of the house and that he controls me. Ha!" She scoffed and crossed her brown legs over the armrest of the chair. "I sure showed him."
I couldn't help but plastered a small smile on my face as I slowly slipped off my drink.
"But Girl, let me tell you, there's just something about a man being possessive in bed; it just makes a girl feel—woo." She bit her sandwich. "You know."
My mind went to Cristiano, remembering his words that claimed me and made my body feel amazing; my mind zoned out because of that, forgetting she was here.
"OMG, you do! Satura!"
"Huh?" I said, bringing myself back.
"Who is he? Tell me—Tell me!" She jumped up, shaking my arm.
"Tara, shut up!" I waved her to sit down.
"Girl, you're glowing; you think I didn't notice! Girl, I just know he's f-ing you good." She started air thrusting, her afro moving playfully.
