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I’m not sure he’s being sincere, but given the open end date on this arrangement, it does raise questions.
While I’m trapped here in this twisted fairy tale with him, my real life is on hold. If he grows bored with me in a month or two, that’s not so long. It will be a crazy memory of an odd departure from real life, a time of handsome villains in New York City dungeons and a risqué private tour of the Met. At the end of the day, a better memory than most women get of men like him who force themselves onto the pages of our stories.
But what if it takes a lot longer for him to grow weary of me?
What if this break from reality is less of a debauched vacation and more of a total relocation?
It would be so easy to lose myself to him. He’s forceful and I’m not. Beneath the surface I think he’s lonely, and I’ve always had more empathy than a person probably needs. While he’s not a liar, he is very willing to manipulate circumstances. If he sees that chink in my armor and chooses to use it against me…
I don’t know what will happen.
I know I’ve only been caught in his trap for a little over 24 hours, and I voluntarily gave him a hug tonight.
I know I’ve never been excellent at keeping my heart to myself once someone has access to my body.
I know I haven’tgivenhim access to my body, but he’s taken it anyway.
Over a prolonged period of time, how will that affect me?
That, I don’t know.
Chapter Thirty One
Hallie
I barely wake up the next morning when Calvin does.
I’m face-down, hugging my pillow. It’s his weight on me that wakes me up, then I feel him between my legs and realize they’re spread. Before I can move or make a noise, he’s inside me. My body aches from being used so roughly last night, so I don’t make it harder on myself by fighting. I clutch the pillow as he drives into me, hard and unrelenting. I try to ignore the pressure that begins to build in my own body, a natural result of his cock roughly moving in and out, scraping my pussy walls. It aches because I’m sore, but it doesn’t hurt because of dryness, so I think he may have used lube this time.
He growls and grabs a fistful of my hair, pushing my face into the pillow as he comes. I struggle on instinct because I can’t breathe. He lets go and grabs my arm, rolling me over on my back so I have to look up at him. He looks down at my angry face as he pins me down, his cock hanging against my thigh, and smiles.
“Good morning.”
I do not return the sentiment.
He doesn’t seem to care. He leans in and kisses my forehead as if I did, then he releases me and climbs off the bed.
I try to keep my gaze from drifting to his sculpted ass, but I fail. At least I look away before he catches me.
“Ryan was already booked for this morning, but he’ll be here to make you breakfast tomorrow.”
I jerk my blanket back over myself rather violently. “Already booked?”
“I share his services with one other person. Prior to having you here, I didn’t need him every day, so it didn’t make sense to have him full-time.”
“Thought you didn’t share,” I mutter, closing my eyes and trying to ignore the wetness between my legs as I try to get comfortable so I can go back to sleep.
“I don’t share you,” Calvin specifies. “A chef I can share.”
I grumble incoherently and try to relax, but it’s impossible knowing he’s still in the room.
Mercifully, he heads for the shower, so I’m able to fall back asleep.
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When I’m ready to wake up for the day, I do so slowly.
I have to take another shower since Calvin is such a greedy man and dirtied me up. Much to my relief, I find a pair of my own pajamas waiting for me on the bathroom counter. Calvin must have stuff from my apartment stashed somewhere because the pink and grayAristocatspajamas are definitely the ones my sister bought me for Christmas last year. She bought us matching ones and we took a picture in them together with Marie snuggled up on the couch between us.
