All the Ways You Own Me
If Emerson dared threaten me with that damn ruler again, I swore there would be a dead body in this office tomorrow.
He caught me in his arms, gave me a little shake, and his hand brushed against my behind.
The pain shot through me so fast I could not stop gasping. "Emerson, you brute! Idiot! Son of a–!"
Emerson glanced at the shredded reports and accepted every insult without a word. He simply hummed in acknowledgement.
I knew why Emerson treated me this way. I had always looked dead inside, lacking fire in my eyes.
After Mom passed away, I drifted through life in a haze. One day, I bought a pack of cigarettes and a lottery ticket, deciding the number I scratched would be the day I joined h
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