Sasha
SashaMaxim gets up first, waking me as he climbs out of bed. I pretend to be asleep. I don’t know why—I guess because I’m not ready to face him.
Not after last night.
The way I broke down in front of him. The way he kissed me. At least it was dark. I didn’t have to look into his handsome face after he’s seen so much of me.
The real me, I mean. Not just the naked me.
I hear the shower turn on, and the urge to run comes over me.
It’s a literal urge—I’m a morning jogger—but also an emotional one.
I’m not running away from Maxim permanently. That would accomplish nothing. He controls my cash. And my mother’s. I wish I could say I’m one of those girls who gives the middle finger to money and walks away, but I’m not ready for that. And my mom needs me to do this.
Maxim claims my fa
