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Make Me Yours, Daddy -022-
~*JUNE*~Mr. Macaulay knows.He fucking knows.He knows I was the one from that night.The realization hits me like a freight train, ripping the air from my lungs and every coherent thought from my head.How could he not? Of course he fucking knew all along.But he acted like he didn't know, watching me with those cold grey eyes, enjoying every second as I squirmed, stuttered, and made a complete fool of myself.All that time, he had been holding onto the truth like some arrogant bastard who enjoyed watching people drown in their own humiliation.I stare at him, my mouth slightly open, my brain completely empty of words.Nothing comes out.Not a single coherent thought can make it from my head to my tongue.Everything has gone from awkward to absolutely, unbearably, completely fucking awkward.Now I’m just standing here like a statue while my heart slams against my ribs hard enough for me to feel the pulse in my throat, my temples, even the tips of my fingers.A shiver races from the
Make Me Yours, Daddy -021-
~*JUNE*~Never in a million years did I think I would be in this situation.And yet here I am.Because apparently my life enjoys embarrassing plot twists with no warning."Are you okay?"Mr. Macaulay's voice cuts through the fog in my brain and I realize with a jolt of pure horror that I’m still in his arms.Still pressed against his chest.Still wrapped up in the heat of him like some heroine in a romance novel who just swooned into the hero's embrace.I jerk away immediately.My body untangles itself from his grip so fast I nearly stumble again, my ankle throbbing where I twisted it, but I don’t care.I would rather crawl across the elevator floor on my hands and knees than stay in his arms for one second longer.I clear my throat, the sound rough and ugly, echoing far too loudly in the cramped space."Uh. Yeah." My voice cracks. "I’m okay.""Okay," he says dryly.He adjusts his cufflinks, then steps back, putting a careful distance between us.I can finally breathe again.I’m glad h
Make Me Yours, Daddy -020-
~*JUNE*~After four hours, eleven minutes, forty-six seconds, and three hundred milliseconds, the meeting finally came to an end.I genuinely thought it was never going to end, but thankfully—for me and my sanity—it finally did.Checking my watch, I saw it was already 3 p.m.I’m heading home now to grab some food before I starve to death.Mr. Macaulay had told us we could all head home early today since we had done a good job during the meeting.Everyone else, at least. I’m pretty sure I did a disastrous job.I let out a sigh so deep I feel it in my bones, the kind of exhale that comes from spending hours bracing for the next disaster to fall on your head.Quickly arranging my desk, I pack my bag, shoving in my notebook, my pen, my phone—anything I can grab.Before heading toward the elevator, I made sure Mr. Macaulay was nowhere in sight.I didn’t want to run into him.Not after what happened in that meeting. Not after he caught me staring at his cock like a horny teenager who had nev
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~*JUNE*~Meetings are so boring.No, boring isn’t even the right word.They are painfully, mind-numbingly, soul-crushingly unbearable.I would rather scrub every floor in this building with a toothbrush than sit through another minute of this torture.This is the first meeting I’ve ever attended, and if it were up to me, it would definitely be the last.Right now, I’m seated beside Mr. Macaulay in a conference room as big as an entire house.Around the long mahogany table sit a group of men and women, their voices blending into meaningless noise as they throw around words I barely understand.Something about business ideas. Something about numbers. Something that has them all nodding in unison like pigeons pecking at invisible crumbs.I watch the silver-haired woman at the far end of the table wave at a chart projected onto the screen, droning on about quarterly earnings and something about market saturation.Her lips keep moving, but I hear nothing.Absolutely nothing.My brain has ch
Make Me Yours, Daddy -018-
~*JUNE*~Great. It’s Monday… again.The weekend slipped by in a blur, and now the weight of the workweek settles over me like a heavy, damp blanket.I wish every day could be a weekend.Mondays are the worst.It’s not just that work starts again—it’s the crowded roads, the frantic energy of the city, and the relentless traffic that makes everything feel like a race I’m already losing.I almost arrived late to work today.The narrow miss leaves my heart hammering against my ribs.I really need to start getting up earlier to catch the train or the bus.Using cabs every time is becoming far too expensive, and I need to be strict with my savings for my new apartment.Ugh… life as an adult is exhausting.Nobody warns you about the constant, grinding pressure of just existing when you finally grow up, the way the bills stack up, the way sleep becomes a luxury, the way your back hurts for no reason and your patience runs thin, and yet you still have to show up every single day and pretend you
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~*JUNE*~I can’t catch a fucking break.My life feels like a living hell.Now I don’t just have to deal with my crazy boss, I also have to deal with my ex who won’t stop calling me.The past week has been nothing but stress, and Andrew just won’t stop calling.No matter how many times I block his number, he always finds a way around it, using new numbers, private calls, and sending endless messages.My phone has become a constant source of noise.It vibrates, lights up, drags me out of whatever fragile peace I manage to find.There’s no quiet anymore. No break.Even today, which is a weekend and my one chance to claw back the sleep I’ve lost to this exhausting week—the one time I should be able to sleep in, breathe, and forget everything for a few hours—my phone on the nightstand is buzzing like a trapped hornet.It started before the sun was even fully up.At first, I ignored it, burying my face deeper into the pillow, hoping it would stop, hoping Andrew would finally get the message.
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