He wasn't happy

Lilly

Two weeks.

I had another two weeks before my trial period with Chance expired. We’d gotten into a routine. Our passion burned hotter, my feelings deeper and his walls stronger. He gave me everything when he kissed me and fucked me. Tender moments fed my love for him, but once our hunger was sated, I could see his guard falling firmly back into place.

He was building his empire. Like it wasn’t vast enough already. But if it made him happy, it made me happy. Every day, we’d sneak in moments, whether with a kiss or hard core fuck. I was so far gone. So deep into this thing, whatever this was, I knew there was no coming back from it. It would end in heartbreak. Mine. Maybe his. Ours.

But this wasn’t enough for me. I needed something more than stolen moments during work hours. Soul-destroying animalistic desire was sure to shatter me into a million pieces. And I feared one day, he’d no longer be here to put me back together.

The reality would eventually set in. We’d been ignoring it