54: Beats for my Amee

Felicity

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I couldn’t wrap Massimo’s words around my head. Walking into the room, I went straight to the washroom to clean my face. I looked at my face in the mirror and recalled the assault that he had done to my mouth with his thumb. If that was not enough for him, he then ruined my lipstick.

I traced my fingertips over my lips, and my mind could only think about him. I quickly removed my finger from my lips and opened the tap to wash my face, as well as his touch from my face.

I was pissed at how quickly I got aroused.

Six years.

It took six fucking years to build a wall around my heart, and he broke it just like that. I was pissed that he still had an effect on me. I closed my eyes and recalled how he slipped his thumb inside his mouth while walking out of the room like a newborn pup.

Why did he do that?

After freshening up, I changed into something comfortable, but my mind was still on Massimo. He had a tattoo on his body. I didn’t get a chance to see what exactly it was, but what