Not His
I sat on a barstool, placing my bowl of cereal on the spotless island, chewing in frustration and anger.
Why is he doing this to me?
” You mean us, right?” Diana pitched in.
” Why can’t he leave us alone?! He rejected the bond!
” We’re fated,” Diana muttered. ” Morpheus won’t allow us to leave.”
I kept chewing in silence, my mind racing a mile a minute. Until I landed on the one thought that I didn’t want to visit.
Why did I allow him to fuck me in his office?!
I understood I was drugged last night, and I would have died. But today, in Hunter’s office? No clue!