Mistress

Knight had been busy for the next few days. He was always away from the villa and always left every afternoon and came back in the evening.

Sometimes I fall asleep waiting for him. I understand that’s work. But as time went on, I started to have doubts because once, he came home early. He was drunk and out of focus.

I no longer know what to think. I trust him, but my instinct screams differently. Girls know this. All of a sudden, I was really overwhelmed by the thought that he had something he was not telling me. Especially when I ask him questions and we always focus on his tenderness until I forget what I'm asking or what I'm trying to convey.

"You’re leaving again?" I asked him.

He had just taken a bath and seemed to be in a hurry to leave again. He eyed me. I watched him quietly as I lay on our bed. I still had a lot to say, but I chose to keep quiet. I don't want him to think badly of me. I also don't want him to think that I think of him.

"I'll be back." He answered sparingly.

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