The other things, though, the real things… I was as disgusted by those as I had been about my willingness—eagerness—to welcome Orion’s dick at any time. Actually… maybe more disgusted. I looked forward to sharing breakfasts with him in the morning, even got up early enough to join him in the gym sometimes. Sickening. His occasional, random text messages or flower deliveries at Nectar or tiny satin-wrapped boxes waiting on my pillow at home gave me butterflies. Shameful. And worst of all were these dinners he insisted I accompany him for; ultra-upscale places I had to get all dressed up for to
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