CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

Sean went home early. He sat in his lush living room. The TV was blaring but he was uninterested in the show. He had more important things in his mind. What did Lilian even see in Damian that kept her crawling back to him? Even after what he did to her, she was still talking to him as if he hadn't almost fucked her to death. If this was an addiction, it was a terrible and unhealthy one. He looked around. Was it wealth? He was wealthy too but not as rich as Damian of course. Was it sex? He was just as good as Damian in bed. He wasn't packing down there as much as Damian but he knew how to use what he had. Damian's size was porn-star-like. There was no way that thing was natural.

He sighed and sunk deeper into his sofa. His mind began to wonder. Where had they gone? Maybe on a private yacht for some out-of-house sex or maybe to some flower patch where he could fuck her and she could scream his name and no one would hear her.

"Lilian..."

His thoughts drifted to her. She was irresistible.