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Chapter Twenty Nine

"Strip" were the words he said next and I stared at him baffled. What?. I stand still waiting for him to say something else or more, do something. Maybe get up from the chair so we can walk upstairs. "Strip for me" that same command again.

"Fabrico... you're drunk"

"I want you to. Whether I'm sober or not...you think I can't appreciate you in my drunk state?" He winced, placing his hand on his head having a headache or a concussion.

"It's getting late"

"So you should strip now...come here" he stretched his hand out to me and I take it. He pulls me to his legs, both his hands, cup my cheek before he captured my lips in a haste and I give in immediately because I can't say no to him.

Somehow my body always knows how to subject to him whether I'm in a good state of mind or not. He has that kind of power. No more are his hands on my cheeks because they're now holding my

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