It Was Never Love to Begin With
My body matured faster than most girls my age.
When I turned 18, my overprotective brother worried I’d be taken advantage of, so he asked his best friend to look after me.
But the first time we met, that man's eyes never left my body.
After I graduated from college, he kept crossing the line, again and again.
By day, he was my boss, and by night, I was his "personal assistant."
For four years, we kept our affair a secret.
He molded me into exactly what he liked, and the worst part? I let him.
One day, his ex-fiancée came back from overseas. He slipped out of my bed in the middle of the night and rushed to the airport to pick her up.
Humiliated but unwilling to let go, I followed him