Is that even normal?

I was losing control.

I knew it and I could feel it deep inside of me. I feel the control slip out of my hands like skittering sand. And it was all because of one party brunette I cannot get out of my head.

For a man that had business to run and things to do, things that even seven men can't handle at the same time, I was slacking off. As much as I hated it, I feel like I could not have it any other way.

There was this feeling that I had that, now I have found her, I would not be letting her go anytime soon.

Not now, not ever.

But I wanted to torment her for a little. Make her feel the pain I went through before because of her and what she did.

As much as I wanted to ask her why she did what she did, I also did not want to hear it. I did not want to hear her say the reason. I did not want to hear her tell me that she did not love me.

That she never wanted to be with me from the beginning, that it was just the attention she got from me that she wanted.

Because as sick as it ma