DAMIAN
“I hate what you do to me,” the words kept replaying in my head repeatedly. But what hurt me the most was the look on her face when she said that. I didn’t want to hurt her. I didn’t.
Leaning back in my chair, I stared and kept staring at one of the plaques that decorated the walls of my office. It had a considerable amount of words written on it, outlining a series of mottos people were supposed to live by, but what my eyes kept getting stuck on was the word 'admit'. That word called to me.
I sighed. With every day that passed, I was beginning to admit to myself that I had never enjoyed s*x as much as I did with Amelia. She was like a virus in my blood, some sort of drug that I couldn't get out of my system. Had I thought that having s*x with her the second time would rid me o
