Chapter Eighteen
SYLVIEI don’t think I ever truly understood the word “r****h” until Holt took me on his desk. I had seen the word used many times in books, but I did not know what it really meant until I found myself receiving his release. Clinging to him so tightly it felt as if his c****x was mine, as if I shared his hate, as if his release was my own all over again.
Technically speaking, things had either gone to plan or completely fallen apart. In those fast breathing after moments, I couldn’t tell which was which. There was a chance—a very big chance—this had been a spontaneous act and not him agreeing to anything. What was that term I once heard to describe the scene in the second season opener of Insecure? “Hate fuck.” Yes, there is a chance the thing that just happened between H
