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"You were mine the second you put your signature on that contract." He looked at me with pure lust and dominance in his eyes.
"F*ck you."
He smirks and moves closer to me, coming to my side of the booth and caging me ag...
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October
(a week later) ____________________________
It's been a pretty busy week. I've been trying to work as many hours at Havana as I can. Since Lewis invited me to this company trip, I've just tried to make some extra cash before I miss a week.
I know I'm being taken care of, but I can't just completely live off of someone. Eventually, this is all going to come to an end and I'm going to need money to be able to fend for myself. Nothing ever lasts, why let myself fall into that trap again just so I can later be hurt by what the universe has once again casted down upon me?
Disappointment.
I open the door to the penthouse I've been staying in for the past few months.
Lewis said he'd be home before I got back. It's around 2:40 am so he's most likely sleeping. But then again, he's been working like a dog as well, his father really did a number on him. I know he loves his job, but now he has to protect it and it's been really hard for him.
I make my way to the room I was given at the beginning of this whole ordeal, yet haven't slept in since, well since Lewis told me to stay with him that night.
I haven't packed anything yet, very irresponsible of me I know but I just don't really know what to pack. I've never been anywhere cold or exotic, so packing for a trip in those locations isn't very smooth sailing. I pick up the suitcase that I brought with me when I moved here, it's nothing special, just a plain lime green colored bag.
When I open the closet door to choose what clothing I would bring, something catches the light and my attention in the process. I move over the hangers with clothes hanging from them and see a beautiful suitcase. Pitch black, like the night sky with occasional glittering stars finished off with a coat that makes it glossy.
I gasp as I remove the suitcase from its isolation. A card on the handle catches my eye and lower my hand to open it.
"I tell the stars about you." I read, barely above a whisper. I take the card, smiling so hard my face hurts, and hold it my heart.
He makes me feel like, like I matter. Like I'm more than just another person on this earth. Like I'm special.
The night goes by in a slow span of hours just going through all of my clothes and picking and choosing what to bring. I picked and unpicked everything that I owned before coming to a final decision and shutting the top of the suitcase, zipping it shut.
I let out a sigh before I fall onto my back, falling into a sleep that I didn't know I needed. I hardly sleep during the day and I work all night, so the early mornings are when the slumber my body so desperately wishes for can be granted. Before you could say 'Goodnight' I was out like a light.
