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Tracey’s P.O.V“What the hell was that for?” I screamed weakly, glaring at Ann as I tried to squeeze the cold liquid out of my soaked hair and clothes. I could hear the echo of my shaky voice bounce through the room as I spoke.I didn't know what I had done for Ann to do such to me, but, It was unwarranted of her. My body was still weak from the electric shock and now, I was trembling from the chills of the water too.Ann was just standing there with her smirk widening “What was that for?" She chuckled, repeating my exact words in a mocking tone, "Oh, dear Tracey, you should be thanking me. I just saved your sorry little life.” She said and tilted her head forward, to give me an innocent look. “You looked so peaceful on the floor, I almost left you there.”I clenched my fists, trying to keep my anger in check. Ryan told me I wouldn't be seeing much of Ann around, because, Damien had given her a month off her duties. So I was kinda worried about why she was back?? And worse in my r
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Tracey's P.O.V“You called me,” he said, and I could see a wide smirk plastered on his face. “I didn’t call you to… to… do this!” I stammered, my cheeks heating up from shame. I didn't know how to react. My brain couldn't think of anything else but to run! But where the fuck was I supposed to run to? Damien didn’t move. His gaze was still on me, taking in every part of me. My body trembled, partly from anger and partly from the fact that I had no clue what was running through his mind as he sat there. Wasn't a gentleman supposed to turn away, respecting a woman's privacy? But hell no! I knew better. Damien was no gentleman. “Damien… leave… please...” I managed to mutter, though my words rolled out in a shaky, rumbling manner. I wrapped my arms tighter around my body, desperate to shield myself from his shameless eyes that refused to look away. Despite asking him to leave, he didn’t. Instead, he wheeled closer, making me step back until I was against the wall. “Why so
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Tracey's P.O.V"Stay here and don't move an inch." He ordered giving me a stern look. His silent treatment was back on and I hadn't even gotten him to answer any of my bugging questions. I shut my eyes, my mind racing with thoughts. What had Damien decided this time?The thought of Damien pulled me back into the bathroom scene and an involuntary shiver ran through my spine. My legs squeezed shut imagining his sinful gaze on me.I could feel myself dripping wet already, I crouched to the floor, rubbing my legs together for some relief. Fuck! Why was I getting turned on by him even when he wasn't even here? This... this wasn’t me. Damien Black was doing something to me, and I hated it.I swallowed hard, letting the sweat creep down my forehead. I've never felt like this in my entire life. I longed for some relief and knew with Ryan in the room, there was no way that was going to happen.I peeked at the door, certain he was fully engrossed, still speaking to whoever it was that was at
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