Until I Wrote Him
Words flowed in wild bursts:
“Chapter One: How Roman Broke Me… Physically, Emotionally, Spiritually. Chapter Two: Why I Might Actually Enjoy It. Chapter Three: Wait, Stop, What Is Happening? Chapter Four: Billionaire Men Should Come With Warning Labels and Maybe a Consent Form.”
Dorsey’s snort came suddenly, sharp, loud, and utterly inappropriate given the seriousness of my life’s drama. Soup sloshed in the pot. I jumped, pen nearly stabbing my thumb.