It’s been a couple of weeks since I moved into Luc’s home, and it’s been, it’s been magic.
Every day Luc shows me another facet of himself, and when I put it with all the rest of the things I know about him, I can’t imagine how this brilliant, beautiful, amazing man isn’t taken already.
Well, he is taken now.
This one is mine, ladies.
Sorry, not sorry.
I haven’t been back to work at the Den, and at first, I didn’t really notice. I mean, when a girl is being wined and dined by one of the most powerful men in the city, it’s pretty hard to pay attention to anything else.
And I don’t get it.
He has me already.
Body, heart, and soul.
Every day, I tell him I love him.
He doesn’t say it back. And that’s okay.
Love shouldn’t be greedy.
That’s what I tell my desperate heart every time I start to doubt whether he ever will.
Every night, I show him how I feel with my body. I submit to his will. I give him everything. And I let him teach me how to love him.