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Why in the world is it so goddamn hard to find someone worth going on a second date with? Or perhaps even a third? I am so sick of shitty dates that don’t go anywhere.
He takes the fork, slides it into his mouth, and licks it clean. My pussy flutters. I think I might be in love.
“For the rest of tonight, you’ll be treated exactly as you deserve. You will not walk through a door unless I am holding it open. You will not do anything for yourself that I am capable of doing for you. Including pulling your chair out for you. Am I clear?”
This man has to be imaginary. Brad must have slipped me drugs, and I’m having a crazy hallucination with the man of my dreams. Because there is no other logical explanation for the night that is playing out in front of me.
He stares down at me like we didn’t just meet tonight, like I’ve known him for far longer than a handful of hours. He stares at me like I’m his, to play with, to use as he pleases.
This is the craving I have been searching for my whole life. I never want to stop.
I’m so much more than crazy when it comes to you. I’m possessive, obsessive, and fucking addicted. Crazy is the least of your worries.”
