Chapter 43

✿♡ JAZZLENE ♡✿

When Adam said he was heading back to his apartment, I felt a surge of excitement. I imagined us spending time together, talking, and maybe even annoying each other. But when he added that he needed me in bed, my heart sank with disappointment. I couldn’t pinpoint why I felt this way; after all, I knew from the beginning that this was our arrangement. I was just a bed warmer to him, his powerless sex slave.

I stepped out of my room, wearing my light pink floral pajama. I went to the kitchen, grabbed a beer from the refrigerator that belonged to Dad, and then stepped outside. I positioned myself on the porch and, before sitting down on the rocking chair, deliberately turned off the porch light so Adam wouldn’t see me when he arrived. The only light came from the solar lamp on the fence, casting a soft, dim glow that barely reached me. It was almost time for Adam to get home, and my emotions were a tangled mess of anticipation and dread.

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