Virgin And Broken Daddy

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. It was frigid, commanding, and totally unwelcome. But no, it was not the structure that sent my pulse pounding. It was him

l to

pricey leather. This site smells like money-and suffering. Past events slink up my spine, threatening to overwhelm me. I won

oice of the receptionist

nice grin. "I came here

cation, then halt momentarily.

silky, "I'm sure he'll

dialing a number before graciously but tensely smi

, but my face stays calm. I came here for a purpose, and I ca

been subtly yearning for. Rising out of the elevator, towering and commanding, in a slick black suit, I know who it

mi

me with so much love now only convey contempt. His posture is rigid and uncompromising, as though nothing co

oman I was, though,

my voice level. "We sho

gh, is not surprising-just the same apathetic one he u

d voice. "What a shock." I never wou

a tight, under control grin. "I'm sure you

His eyes flutter over me momentarily to note the change. The woman I have grown to be is not the innocent you

him. "You owe Damon. For eve

cool manner. I saw his body getting motionless and his mouth

ne as he puts his arms around his ches

o speak. "Damon, you took everything from me. My family; my faith; my future. I

expected. Perhaps guilt is involved as well. It disappears as fast

. "You're mistaken if you believe you can reenter

ol costs too much. Not now. "Damon, I am not begging for your attent

focus closely on me

more naturally than I could have hoped. "I'm her

a flutter of something-probably anxiety

in years. I approach closely, sensing heat between us. There is clearly tension, a

here I am to help you recall what you lost. I'm here to cause you the suffer

only a little. "You think you can hurt me, Evelyn?" h

? You believe I should be here asking for your pardon? My voice is harsh with rage. No, Damon." I'm not call

loved each other now caught in an angry and betrayed dance. Though I can

see, Evelyn, how far your little idea gets. But never let your

chest flutters. "I

rd the door. One thing is clear: I'm not backing down-though I'

w and dangerously a

to be over. It is sti

r handle, I freeze

t down an unfamiliar road. The game started

he hall. I get it out, my hands shaking just a bit.

believe he is. You ar

. This implies something. Who forwa