Chapter 88 The SheetsDordrich Fellogan
She left with the northern sun six weeks ago.
Those were the hardest weeks of my life. I miss her terribly, this separation is unbearable. I live like a zombie, commit acts in a kind of automatism and have not relaxed in all that time. A few weeks ago my secretary dared me to understand, she pointed out that I was heading for a mental breakdown. In all those weeks, a smile has never crossed my face and my gaze is aimless, she complained.
But how and for what can I laugh when the light has gone from my life? Loraine!
Can a man really be as totally drunk with a woman as I am? I went to our penthouse almost every day, not changing the sheets with the smell of our last s*x. It's like I'm lying in her arms, breathing in her scent. My princess, where ar
