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Except now I have to wonder if Michelle ever truly was happy

“She wasI’m unamused over her curiosity into my personal life

“Oh,” she says with confusion “Was?”

“She’s dead,” I state flatly

“Oh my God,” she exclaims, but then claps a hand over her mouth When she removes it, the sympathy in her voice is unbearable to me “I am so sorry”

My voice is flat in return “Why? You didn’t know her”

If she’s taken aback by my rudeness, she doesn’t show it Her expression stays sorrowful, and her wordsa live electrical wire “I’m sorry because it must have caused you pain”

There’s a tiny part of me that’s sorry for what I’e, but it is indeed rage I’ what she did, with equal parts directed atable to save her And there’s even a tiny bit directed at Hannah for bringing this shit up

My inability to control these feelings is so I can do in moments like this is reassert my control of the situation It’s the only way to overcos of vulnerability, which I detest

I let aze slide nonchalantly back to my computer screen, but I lace my voice with pure steel “I want you at The Wicked Horse this Saturday evening There’s a special event I want you to attend with me”

I’ a new sex machine he had specially made, and I’m more than anxious to see it Can’t wait to put Hannah on one of the specialty toys in the club

“Sorry,” she deently clasped in front of her “But I can’t work on the weekends I told you that”

“You can have Friday off in Saturday’s place,” I tell her with a nanimous nod of my head

“No,” she replies firmly “I need Saturday and Sunday off That was our deal”