CHAPTER 23: Damian

For the next few days my thoughts are solely about Emily. I’m desperate to see her again. I left Gerald’s house on Sunday with her madam’s business card, and I’ve spent the majority of my time finding out everything I can about Madam Anne Mcdwell, which isn’t much.

It appears this woman goes to great lengths to cover her tracks. So why does her name sound so familiar? Like I’ve heard it somewhere.

By Wednesday, I’m struggling to focus on my mounting workload. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve checked my phone, just hoping to see a text from Emily.

By late afternoon it becomes apparent I’m probably not going to. If she’s not going to make the move, then I need too.

Pulling out the card Gerald gave me, I dial Madam Anne’s number. Guilt consumes me as I wait for someone to answer. I feel like I’m breaking all the promises I made to myself growing up. I swore I’d never be anything like my father and resort to paying for sex.

This isn’t really about that, though. While sex with Em