12: The New Owner

SCARLETT

The images refused to leave my head. How he touched me, how he fingered me till I completely lost myself... I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

It's been a couple of days now and yet, they still live rent-free in my head. I hated that I loved every minute of it, that I wanted more, that I needed more.

And I hated myself for feeling that way.

This was someone who had degraded me from the first moment he saw me. Yet, I wanted nothing from him than to be treated as the said whore. I wanted him to do all those wicked things to me, to fuck and touch me and just make me go crazy with pleasure.

And I hated that. I've never been like this and I wondered what Alexander Vaughn was bringing out in me.

After I did the walk of shame from his office that day, he had not said a single word to me. He hasn't even breathed in my direction. He has acted like I was going invisible which I was grateful for because if he attempted to touch or degrade me again, I'd not be able to turn him