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Genesis
Myshoulderstilltwingesa bit, but the scrapes on my hands are hardly noticeable. My accident could have been worse.A lotworse. The car came out of nowhere and veered into my path. I screamed so loud, the people who worked at the Capitol probably heard me.
As a result, it hurts like hell to talk. I avoid it as much as I can.
With Seth in Chicago until late last night and Natalie coming around in the evenings for an hour, I’ve had no reason to open my mouth except to eat and drink.
But I’ve done a lot of thinking. About Royce.Waytoo much.
Why couldn’t he just stay in New York. Why did he have to come back into my life?
I thought I could get over him, and I gave it my best effort, but Ican’t.
It doesn’t help that the damnMen’s Health is His Wealthmagazine and the GQ and Time (that I ordered online) lay on the pillow beside me.
And yes, I’ve come to them more that I care to admit, but I needed the release. It’s been an acceptable substitute for what I shouldn’t have.
Shouldn’tis right. The man pushed me away…
And I cringe every time I think about it, especially about what happened afterward.
Still reeling from my humiliation at Royce’s rejection, I had to pretend to Luke that everything was okay. That Mr. Grayson and I were in the restroom together because he wanted to see if they could be made co-ed.
Royce had stalked off in the middle of my lie, lending no credibility to my story. Luke then looked at me as if he knew I was lying, shrugged his shoulders, and left.
I’ve felt like pond scum ever since.
It’s true Royce has been an a-hole. And yes, he is my boss. But I was a bit of a witchy-bitch, too, so we are even.
If he can forget and forgive, then so can I. We have six more weeks of working together, and if I run into him, I will be civil.
But if he wants more?
If he still wants to do to my body what he did before, I won’t hesitate to take him up on his offer.
During these past ten days, I’ve convinced myself that I don’t have to bein-likewith him to get the pleasure he can provide. As long as we remian discreet, nothing in my life will change when he leaves.
Could you let him go in the end? Could you?
I think long and hard.
Yes. Yes, I could.
My eyes are wide open. Royce isn’t the type of man to have a relationship. I know. I’ve researched the matter like a stalker.
There is a ton of stuff about him and the foundation he runs on social media, but as a person, hardly anything. I had to look up the women he’s attended functions with. They’ve posted pictures of themselves with him on the red carpet, at galas, and in exotic locations.
Thank goodness there was nothing intimate to tear at me. Nothing long term.
A kiss on the cheek here. A hand on a woman’s waist there. His bright smile, like the Harvest Moon shining through the trees…
And those eyes.
Those beautiful pleading eyes that had begged me to stay.
Thinking about that night in New Orleans… how Royce had taken me in so many ways, I travel my hand under the sheet and home in on my center, quickly fingering myself to a quivering come. Moments later, with slight tingles between my wet, slick thighs, I fall into a deep sleep.
Seems like only seconds pass before my phone rattles.
