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CHAPTER 19

Am I a nymphomaniac?

The thought brought shivers down my spine. If Vladimir didn't call me again, I would've remained rooted to where I stood.

"I'm coming," I yelled. I had to force myself to follow him to the dining room despite my mind being in turmoil.

Is it really possible? How come I'd only felt it now?

Well, probably because you're not getting any action. A small voice inside my head whispered.

Maybe. Back when I was in the ring, I would have at least one or two clients a night. That was how active I was. I suddenly wanted to crawl out of my skin, thinking of all the men who touched me.

I am fucking dirty. Filthy.

And now... I could be a nymphomaniac. How fucked up can it be?

My head is spinning with a hundred questions while eating. I couldn't taste the food, even though I had asked Cora to prepare something special.

“I enrolled you in an etiquette class, didn’t I?” he queried after a while, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Uhm, yeah,” I muttered confusedly with my mouth still fu
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