Kenna“Stop, please stop,” I hear my voice crying out. Luke halts what he is doing immediately.“Are you okay?” His voice is full of concern, his eyes still hooded with desire. I shake my head.“No, sorry I just can’t go through with this. It’s not me, I need to get out of here. I need to leave.” He moves away from me after kissing my forehead.“Of course, you are not a prisoner, we don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, Kenna. I’m sorry you don’t have to be.” He gets off me and pulls on his boxer shorts and helps me up with his hand holding mine. My heart is sinking and my stomach is lurching, oh God, I feel like I’m going to vomit. I run to the bathroom and throw myself on my knees and lean over the toilet bowl. Either the whole situation has gotten to me or I have had far too much champagne to drink. Perhaps it’s both. All I do is retch, nothing physically comes up. I sit down on the cold, black marble floor and take deep breaths. I need to get changed and leave.There’s a knoc
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