Maya's POV
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The phone rings, making me jolt out of my thoughts. Maestro, putting on a white polo, went over to pick it up, the phone between his ear and shoulders, struggling to put on a watch.
Three days since he touched me that way, and since then, it was all I could think of to the extent I was ashamed of it.
Why did he do that? I can still remember the feel of his hair against my hands, the mischief in his eyes as he looked up at me, and the way his tongue rounded on my nipples.
My thoughts were getting out of hand. If Dora were here, she would be so ashamed of me.
I haven't seen Sir Derinem ever since I confessed to him. I wondered if he had left me to myself Or didn't believe me enough to find Dora. Whichever way the case, it took all my strength to keep my faith in him strong.
Not wanting to feel hopeless, I stood up and began to prepare for bed, stripping bare. His face was to the wall, and I prayed he wouldn't see me till I was under the covers.
