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Authors: Lynch Marti, Elena M. Reyes
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provide me with.” Once inside his office, I marched over to his desk and took a seat. Inhaling deep, I pulled his unique scent in and sighed. “Could never stay mad at you.”
He was all around me, his masculine aroma surrounding and lulling me into a more relaxed state. At once, I felt better than when I’d walked in. The emptiness atop his desk called my attention though, once I regulated my breathing and my hands had stopped shaking. This was new. Talan had a habit of being a tad bit messy when it came to his office.
Instead of the usual clutter in the corner in the form of old mail and magazines, what met my eyes was a clean space. Blank. Not a speck of dust. Note even the normal empty coffee cup or Red Bull can. This had that bitch’s name written all over it. Maya was changing him, and he was just letting her. Letting her younger pussy lead him around by a leash—how could he not see that?
How could he agree to this?
Running a single finger in a circle-like pattern at the center of his desk made me think. Would he ever be over her? Were her voodoo-like claws dug in too deep?
“I’ll make this better,” I vowed while sitting back and reaching the drawer nearest to me on the right. “Pens, pencils, rubber bands…thumbtack?” Why in the blue fuck would he need those?
My head began to pound. Nothing I’d seen today had made any sense.
The drawer below held nothing inside but copy paper. Three packs of it, to be exact, and nothing else. Then, to my utter annoyance, the last drawer was locked. Fuck.
Both the filing and wall-mounted cabinets on the left side of his office were also locked. All inaccessible. My anger spiked again, and this time I staggered as a wave of vertigo hit. This was yet another part in her plan to make me disappear from his life. Closed me out and pretended I never existed.
“Fucking bitch,” I yelled out while holding onto his desk for support. My grip was tight as my body trembled with the pure, red-hot ire that coursed through my veins. The sudden urge to break something was overwhelming, so much so that as I slammed a hand atop his desk, my body sagged. I had nothing to give.
Taking in a deep breath, I cracked my neck and looked across the room and toward the newest addition to his immaculate office. There, across my line of sight was a small brown leather couch with an all-black T-shirt strewn across the arm.
This was new. I mused. And useful.
The when or the purpose of said couch was irrelevant to me. In that moment, all that I could think about was the bigger picture at hand. Our future together was more important than what he’d done with her. Shit, I’m the last person to be called a saint.
I dressed like a whore.
Acted like a bitch.
Innocent could never be used to describe me.
Instead of blowing up as I stared at the couch, I saw past the now and focused on what it could do for us. Purpose it would serve after a long and tiring day at work, enjoying the quiet while we had a few beers. We would reconnect and enjoy the peace and quiet the other provided.
I’d give as much as he gave. Hoped to be the calm to any raging storm he faced in the future. Be his home.
As if on autopilot, my tired and weary body dragged itself to the couch. Once in front of the shirt, I pulled the soft cotton up to my nose and inhaled.
“Fuck.” The whimper slipped out as his essence infiltrated my every pore. Wanted to bathe in his unique musk, drown in everything that made him a man. “No one, but you.” Inside the empty room, my moan of pleasure was loud and uninhibited, a guttural cry filled by a desperate need that weakened my knees and had me grasping onto the arm of the couch for support.
Fucking natural scent of a man that ignited my hunger and demand of vengeance.
“Mine.” And he was. There was no doubt in my chaotic mind, not a single iota of misconception to the lengths of which I’d go to obtain him. To keep Talan by my side and bask in the peace he
He was all around me, his masculine aroma surrounding and lulling me into a more relaxed state. At once, I felt better than when I’d walked in. The emptiness atop his desk called my attention though, once I regulated my breathing and my hands had stopped shaking. This was new. Talan had a habit of being a tad bit messy when it came to his office.
Instead of the usual clutter in the corner in the form of old mail and magazines, what met my eyes was a clean space. Blank. Not a speck of dust. Note even the normal empty coffee cup or Red Bull can. This had that bitch’s name written all over it. Maya was changing him, and he was just letting her. Letting her younger pussy lead him around by a leash—how could he not see that?
How could he agree to this?
Running a single finger in a circle-like pattern at the center of his desk made me think. Would he ever be over her? Were her voodoo-like claws dug in too deep?
“I’ll make this better,” I vowed while sitting back and reaching the drawer nearest to me on the right. “Pens, pencils, rubber bands…thumbtack?” Why in the blue fuck would he need those?
My head began to pound. Nothing I’d seen today had made any sense.
The drawer below held nothing inside but copy paper. Three packs of it, to be exact, and nothing else. Then, to my utter annoyance, the last drawer was locked. Fuck.
Both the filing and wall-mounted cabinets on the left side of his office were also locked. All inaccessible. My anger spiked again, and this time I staggered as a wave of vertigo hit. This was yet another part in her plan to make me disappear from his life. Closed me out and pretended I never existed.
“Fucking bitch,” I yelled out while holding onto his desk for support. My grip was tight as my body trembled with the pure, red-hot ire that coursed through my veins. The sudden urge to break something was overwhelming, so much so that as I slammed a hand atop his desk, my body sagged. I had nothing to give.
Taking in a deep breath, I cracked my neck and looked across the room and toward the newest addition to his immaculate office. There, across my line of sight was a small brown leather couch with an all-black T-shirt strewn across the arm.
This was new. I mused. And useful.
The when or the purpose of said couch was irrelevant to me. In that moment, all that I could think about was the bigger picture at hand. Our future together was more important than what he’d done with her. Shit, I’m the last person to be called a saint.
I dressed like a whore.
Acted like a bitch.
Innocent could never be used to describe me.
Instead of blowing up as I stared at the couch, I saw past the now and focused on what it could do for us. Purpose it would serve after a long and tiring day at work, enjoying the quiet while we had a few beers. We would reconnect and enjoy the peace and quiet the other provided.
I’d give as much as he gave. Hoped to be the calm to any raging storm he faced in the future. Be his home.
As if on autopilot, my tired and weary body dragged itself to the couch. Once in front of the shirt, I pulled the soft cotton up to my nose and inhaled.
“Fuck.” The whimper slipped out as his essence infiltrated my every pore. Wanted to bathe in his unique musk, drown in everything that made him a man. “No one, but you.” Inside the empty room, my moan of pleasure was loud and uninhibited, a guttural cry filled by a desperate need that weakened my knees and had me grasping onto the arm of the couch for support.
Fucking natural scent of a man that ignited my hunger and demand of vengeance.
“Mine.” And he was. There was no doubt in my chaotic mind, not a single iota of misconception to the lengths of which I’d go to obtain him. To keep Talan by my side and bask in the peace he
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