Submissive

He left the office, took the elevator back down to the ground floor, exited the building and walked over to his Dodge Challenger Hellcat, which he had left earlier that afternoon, and drove around to the front of the shopping center. He stopped for a few minutes in the center of the lot, in front of The Studio, far enough away that he was sure she could not see into the car. He watched the front window until he saw her silhouette as she straightened out the waiting area. Convinced that she was safe, he slowly left the parking lot and headed for home.

As he drove home, he chuckled to himself. ‘She thinks she’s so smart; concealing the fact that her car is always here overnight. I know your little secret Sasha; you’re living in the building, aren’t you. You’re lucky I’m the only one who knows. If my father had known or my cousin ever found out, I’d have a major argument on my hands. But for right now, your secret is safe with me. Good night, Sasha, sweet dreams.’

They saw a lot of each