Chapter 11: Mistakes Were Made

I appreciated the compliment but also blinked back tears.

“What’s wrong? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He brushed my hair out of my face.

I shook my head. “No. I just don’t want this to be over.” When I left this room, it was back to reality. Back to my fucked-up life.

He kissed the tip of my nose. “Me either,” he said, swirling his dick inside to prove he was still hard and ready.

“Then fuck me again,” I said, shamelessly.

Before we could, there was a knock at the door. “Mr. Maxwell. Five minutes.”

“Fuck,” he said, dropping his head into the crook of my neck.

I clung to him, forcing myself not to cry.

“Raincheck,” he said, lifting his head.

“Okay, sure.” I looked away, knowing there wouldn’t be. My eyes caught hold of the blue material wrapped around his wrist. It seemed familiar and I touched it. “Where did you get this?” I asked.