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This journal had really become a trusted friend, the one common denominator in all her travels. She turned back the heavy leather cover, and the pages crinkled. She looked at her handwriting, flipping through the pages, and noticed how it had already changed. All the different types of inks, of pens….Some of the pages were soiled by now, covered in dirt stains or wine spills. The pages had become thick, too, from water stains and dampness. The journal already felt as if it were a thousand years old. She was shocked at how thick it had become. Had she really done all this? The pages were getting completely filled, and Caitlin had to keep turning to find a blank page. Finally, she did. She too

Two men. One sitting behind the massive desk, dressed in a black suit that fits him too well — like it was sewn directly onto his body. He’s wearing dark shades, even though the room is dim, and his face is carved sharp, almost too perfect. Stoic. Unreadable. The other is standing beside him, tall and broad, flipping through a stack of papers like he’s half-bored, half-annoyed. His suit is just as sharp, but his energy feels different — sharper, colder. His gaze flicks up when I enter, and God, it’s like getting hit with a laser.

He moved like someone carrying explosives terrified he’d wake him, terrified of what he’d see in Zach’s eyes if he did. Judgment? Worry? Disappointment? Or worse… tenderness. He couldn’t handle tenderness. Not today. Sudan stood and padded quietly to the desk, ignoring the throb in his ribs. Every movement pinched somewhere, his jaw, shoulder, hip but it was manageable. Pain he understood. Pain made sense. It was the absence of it that rattled him. He stared down at the notebooks scattered across Zach’s desk neat handwriting, color-coded tabs, half-finished essays. One open page had Sudan’s name written in the corner.

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Gray laughed and I returned it with a flat look. "Give it to him, one dose a day, it is very strong and misuse of it can cause a disaster, understood?" I asked and he nodded. "Go!" I instructed, wanting Lance to be fine, and at the Same time, be alone to read a few books and catch up. He grabbed the bottle and began to exit my workshop. I smiled at the thought of being alone again but then Gray paused and my smile dropped. He turned to face me. "I noticed that you have just little books here, you know we have a library here right?" Gray said and my eyes widened.

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

He shrugged. “I didn’t say I would be yours.” I squeaked because I hadn't. All I had done was agree to spend some time with him. A few days, he said. I had never once agreed that I would be his any longer than that. Now in the books I devoured, the women in these situations were always offered money. It was something I had never really understood, but it was hot anyway. On paper. If The Judge had offered me money to spend a week with him, I would have found some way of hurting him.

I never imagined Antonio would have something like this here. I spent hours browsing through the shelves, looking for something to pass the time. I found several erotic books that taught about sex and dominance, but there was this particular one that caught my eye: *Fifty Shades of Grey*. I had heard about the book before but never read it. Curious, I took it back to my room, along with a few others, and started reading. Days passed, and as I turned the pages, I began to fully understand.

“I plan on keeping you happy like this sweetheart. Seeing you this happy I can’t describe the feelings that go on inside me every time I see that smile on your face.” “Oh, how sweet of you.” “As it says in that ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ book we aim to please Miss. Blakemoore.” Wait, What? “You’ve read that book?” This just got interesting. “Not just read baby, I’ve watched the movies too, learned a thing or two from it too but I promise I won’t show you unless you are ready.” “How chivalrous of you, I didn’t expect for you to pick up a smut book like that to read.”

Lila My head's a stupid mess. And not even my favourite novel, Bared to you opened right in front of me helps me out. I'm fucked. Totally. Completely. I squeeze my thighs tighter as I feel the build up of pressure growing worse. It's driving me insane. Just from the thought of one man. Professor Karl. As I read Eva and Gideon's fucking scene, he is all I can think of. Fucking me silly till I can't stand. I let out a moan from the dirty thoughts, slapping my mouth shut almost immediately. A calming breath falls off my lips when I realise I'm the only one in this section. And probably alone in the entire library. It's almost midnight and only a nerd like me stays in the library to live her dir