“But you? You’re fucking perfect.” “I’m . . .” “Perfect. This is perfect, actually.” A French fry goes into her mouth and she chews. “God, I can’t believe I didn’t see it early. Sweet as sugar, spice lying underneath. I bet you’re also submissive as fuck in bed, aren’t you?” My eyes go wide, panicking. My mind also goes back to that night. Every command he gave, and every time I didn’t hesitate. “Oh my God, you’re perfect for him,” she says, white teeth bright within the confines of red lips. “Perfect balance. Won’t take his shit, he won’t get bored. Keep him on his toes and he’ll keep you in
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