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My eyes cut to the boy I used to love The boy who is all grown up now and hiding behind the couch, staring at me like he’s about to kill me

I’ive the best perforston in order to get the next clue If I fail, er There will be no reason for Corbin to keep Langston or I alive I have to succeed

Before Langston ca for me, I e for getting to see the boy he’s keeping hostage, a boy he thinks is my son

I turn off my emotions as I throw back the rest ofin my throat as it sinks down into my stomach

I’ him

That’s the last I allow et—Corbin He’s sitting in a red velvet chair in a full suit The only thingis his tie He thinks the clothes make them look more powerful And maybe he is powerful He has loyal men, wealth, weapons He thinks he has me

He can fuck ave my heart away…

I straddle Corbin’s lap I hover over him, careful not to touch any part of hi him

We doing this here, baby? In front of everyone?

His nostrils flare, taking the bait

Why do I want to do it here in front of everyone? Because Langston is here Asto kill him to watch me do it, I also feel safe and connected to hith to do this if he’s here

I grab his shirt, ripping the expensive buttons on his white Louis Vuitton shirt as I pop it open I have to make the first move, and I just made it

I’e, not him

I repeat that mantra over and over in my head as I roll his jacket and shirt off his arms Corbin doesn’t , and my job is to serve him That

I consider my next move carefully I don’t want to take off my shirt I want to strip hi up part ofhis eyes with my body is more important I’m the most confident person in the world and have absolutely no proble him is what I need him to believe