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It is a start though

It’s Brandon’s voice in ative I try to even think or say about myself

Autocorrecting er A better person as well as a loved person

“Sorry, Mark” I offer “I was up late with the daed dress I’ll call the dry cleaner,” I tell him, but he shakes his head

“I’ll take it I only dropped in to see how things were going”

I feel my heart freeze

The thought ofthat dress

The one Brandon ravished asm

“Really,” I squeak “I can call theht now, they’re only a few blocks away They can—”

But it’s too late, he’s already arments still in their sleeves he asks if I checked them over as well

I stab a nod, not even reht to do ork after Brandon pulled back that curtain

Made me a real woman

His woman

“Well, I’ll take ‘em all in Have them drop the up Cynthia’s already spoken to her”

I nod and try to focus on what he’s saying, but my mind is already miles away

I suddenly realize that Brandon’s right upstairs too, and could appear at any moment

That would be just like him, probably naked as well to boot

Shit

“Well If you’re taking these to the dry cleaner, I won’t hold you up,” I tell Mark, urging hiet him out of here before Brandon surfaces

“Just ain a low voice “Sorry, Ash It’s been a rough night Look… Cynthia and I were talking, and because there’s the Canning wedding to jobs we have on…”

I don’t like the sound of this Where’s he going with it all?

I know I slept in, but he wouldn’t fire me because of it

Would he?

“What is it?” I ask, feeling my heart in my throat