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“Is everything okay?” A board member interrupts me.

“Yeah. I’m okay. I’ve… uh…I’ve just been sick. I’m struggling,” I say.

“Oh, you poor thing,” she says. “Well, just listen the best you can. Feel free to shut your camera off if you need. Take the rest of the day to rest.”

“Thank you,” I groan. I mute the call and shut my video off before moaning. “Fuck, you’re insane…”

“Lucky, girl,” Jake laughs.

Lucian pushes me back on the couch and pushes his fingers in my pussy to roughly fuck me with his hand while continuing to suck on me.

“Oh, fuck,” I cry out when my orgasm smashes down on me. He doesn’t stop and I grip onto his hair as I rock my hips. He curls his fingers inside of me and I arch off the couch as I continue to moan. He pulls another near blinding climax out of me before pulling away.

Lucian moves up to hover over me, and I am nearly panting as I try to catch my breath. “When I tell you to not touch yourself, I expect you to listen. Next time, I won’t wait until you shut the camera off,” Lucian says. “Understand?”

“Yes,” I say seriously. I do not doubt that he would do that on camera with my job.

“Go sort through Jennifer’s things. I have some things to take care of,” he says. When he goes to pull away, I grab his face andkiss him. He deepens our kiss and presses his hips against mine, pressing his cock against me.

“Let me guess, it’s not time?” I ask.

“It’s not time,” he confirms. I sigh, but nod. He’s not been wrong so far, so I won’t doubt him now.

Chapter Six

Elise

One Week Later

I am sitting inmy basement, surrounded by random shit. My mother kept everything from receipts to journals to every article of clothing she’s ever bought. I could easily piece her entire life together, but not the parts I want to find. There is a massive gap in the journals from a week before her birthday to when I was about a year old. Occasionally there is a mention of grief for losing something she wanted, but she never goes into detail. Through all of it, I can tell she never wanted to give me up. She never mentioned that it was me, but for my entire life, she repeated the same words at the end of every entry.

“I hope you have a better life than what I could have given you.”

I am thinking it’s not that she didn’t want me, she just didn’t think she could be the parent to me that she thought I deserved. She had no way of knowing I would be placed with who I was. She didn’t seem like the person who would have allowed that.

After submitting to Lucian and going to my knees for him followed by him making me come while I was on a conference call, I’ve been avoiding him. I bought a treadmill so I can run in the house. I found and took down all of the cameras. I changed my alarm code and locks. I don’t know why, because I miss his presence, but the thought of being near him scares me. I’m not necessarily scared of him, but I’m scared of being close to him. It doesn’t make much sense.

I haven’t even set foot on my porch, let alone gone anywhere. Laura comes by three times every day, but I never answer. I know she is worried about me. I stand on the other side of the door and cry every time she comes by. She will always say something about how she’s here for me when I am ready. She’ll tell me that she understands. I’m glad she does, because I sure as hell don’t.

Carol is the only one I’ve spoken to, and that's only because she tricked me. She started banging on the door and sounded likesomething was seriously wrong. When I opened the door, she just said “Gotcha, bitch” and walked in. I can’t even be mad, because that was clever. She brought some food in that she made and put it in my refrigerator before asking me how I was. I told her I didn’t know, and she just said she understood. She didn’t push for information or even ask why I was held up in the house. That led to my word-vomiting my past trauma. She listened to everything I had to say, and then just hugged me. No one has ever done that, so it brought a wave of emotion over me. When I calmed down, she told me that if she had known, she would have adopted me to spare me and my mom the pain.

I am exhausted. I haven’t been taking my sleeping medicine, so the nightmares have kept me up for most of the night. If I’m not sifting through Mom’s stuff, I am gardening in the backyard. I try to keep myself awake all day so I can sleep at night, but then I just end up curled in a ball sobbing because I’m overly tired and terrified of my dreams. I miss Lucian the most at night because he brings me so much comfort. I don’t even think it’s what he’s doing, but the fact that he’s close.

I find myself nodding off again, so I force myself to get up and go upstairs. I invited Jake over because I am determined to fucksomeone. I was blunt with him about my intentions, and he was happy to plan dinner with me.

I am making salmon, asparagus, and a side salad, so I go upstairs to change clothes before I start to prep everything. I am wearing a simple black cocktail dress with my hair down. I feel beautiful in my own skin. It’s one of the few things Darnell wasn’t able to steal from me.

When the doorbell rings, I stop what I’m doing and answer it. “Hey,” I say with a kind smile when I see Jake. He is a handsome man, but I am immediately comparing him to Lucian. I force those thoughts aside and let him in.

“Hey, you look great,” he says.

“Thank you,” I say. “Wine?”

“Please,” he says. He walks with me to the kitchen, where I pour us some wine before resuming cooking.

“I must say,” he says as he walks about to lean against the counter beside me. “I'm a bit confused.”

“About?” I ask, glancing at him.