Chapter 16

ANASTASIA

Silence.

There's been fucking silence since we drove back home.

Home?

Did I just call Denver’s house my home? Since when did that thought begin to earnestly etch in my brain?

I don’t deny that it sounds pleasant to call his house my home, even though I strongly feel it’s temporary, just like the new development that just happened between the two of us.

When we were on our way back home, I thought maybe, just maybe, it’s all a dream and I was still stuck in it, but then I could stare at him while he drove and I could smell him.

Those notes of spices and wood lingered through my nostrils. It was reality.

He had truly fucked me with his fingers and said dirty words that got my traitor pussy so wet and oddly painful.

So it couldn’t have been a dream because Denver has been right here with me. But since I got dismissed from his office, he has barely said a word to me.

His eerie silence seems to have glued my lips; I couldn’t break the silence even when my boldness was at its peak