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his strong hands lifted me on to the counter and how his eyes raked over me with heat and passion. His hands tried to find every naked span of my skin like an addict tried to find his next fix. I would never forget the blaze in his dark brown eyes as it looked like he had fire burning from his irises. My skin burned with even the slightest brush of his fingertips, and his need to be inside of me once more before he left for his trip nearly had me coming on the spot.
    I nearly spilled my coffee all down my shirt when I jumped as someone knocked on my apartment door. Feeling embarrassed that anyone could have seen my lustful daydream, I tried to compose myself before I answered. If I thought I was flushed just before I opened the door, then that was like being in the cold frigid lands of the Arctic Circle because when I opened the door, I thought that my body had fallen into the fiery depths of hell. Spontaneous combustion was my only option as I came face to face with Dominic.
     

 

     
     
    I made Knox leave me alone after he spent 2 days at my apartment driving me insane. If I hadn’t already been losing my mind over Ashley and the situation, I would have definitely lost it with him hovering over me like a mama hen. I knew he was afraid that I would do something desperate and was just trying to keep me in line, but I had had enough and booted him out this morning.
    Knox went to meet up with Drake and the rest of the security team to inform them of what was going on, and to also seek their testimonies for when we went to trial. They knew for a fact exactly every single action that went down at the club, and also knew that the only thing we sold were memberships. If there were any exchange of money between Madams, Dominants and their subs, they would have known.
    I had been alone in my apartment for several hours, and the silence in the room was deafening compared to all the noise going on in my head. I couldn’t even look around the room without thinking about Ashley. She was the first and only woman I had ever invited to my place and I swear I could smell her scent everywhere. It was haunting and did nothing to help me keep my thoughts away from her and the situation.
    I walked into the kitchen thinking that food might help me keep my thoughts at bay, only to be stricken with heated memories of the morning I took Ashley on the island counter before my flight to New Orleans. Her responsiveness to my touch made my dick hard as I struggled to block the invading memory. Her skin, her breasts, and her gorgeous fucking pussy as it tightened around me just before she came.
    I whipped my eyes open, placed my hands down on the counter and bowed my hands to try and gain control. I was slowly slipping into the realms of insanity and I could not tell reality from a memory anymore. I could feel my arms start to shake from the pressure I was putting on the countertop as I tried to maintain my composure. I felt like a rubber band stretched to the max and at any moment, someone was going to let go and send me flying. My heart pounded in my chest, beating against my ribcage and I took deep breaths trying to calm down. How could I be feeling both lust and anger at the same time? Why is it that she had to invade every corner of my mind to where I was left with nothing but thoughts of her?
    I wanted answers. I needed answers. Pushing off from the counter, I paced the floor in the kitchen. The more time that went by, the more the thoughts festered and I was driven mad. There was only one person who could explain why things happened like they did. All I needed to do was go to her. Enough was enough. I needed the truth from Ashley. Grabbing my keys, I stormed out of my apartment. I knew Knox wouldn’t approve and would be downright pissed off at what I was about to do, but it wasn’t his heart on the line.
     

     
    I had been sitting outside of Ashley and Kelly’s apartment for nearly half an hour trying to get the courage to confront the