Living with the Don

Being with Lucien was an intense experience. He would come to me at night, carrying the fragrance of drink and expensive cologne of maleness and musk. Sweeping me into his arms, sometimes kicking the front door shut in his impatience to take me, we would indulge in a frenzy of passionate coupling as though we had not seen each other for years. It would continue till the wee hours of the morning when he would leave, dropping a kiss on my exhausted face. Sore and tender, I would wake the next morning, deluding myself into believing that this was love. I would head to college unless he left a message asking me to stay home and wait for him.

Yes, he ran my life for me but I never felt the need to protest; I loved him devotedly, and wholeheartedly.

I never imagined for a minute, that it was not reciprocated.

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It was almost a year of our being together and I wanted to do something special to celebrate. Lucien had been busy and apart from seeing him when he visited me, I barely knew what w