032

~~CECILIA~~

Two days.

Two fucking days and I have not heard a thing from the boss of the house.

I've heard him come in and out- but it's like he moves with the winds because by the time I come out, he's gone again driving off in his power bike.

Not that I should bother- hell I'm not.

Liar….

A tiny voice whispers into my ears and I frown deeply brushing it away.

I AM NOT BOTHERED ABOUT HIS PRESENCE.

But, the thing is that I am. I always was.

No matter how hard I try to deny it, the pang of worry is still there, eating at me, bothering me.

And the heat that sweeps through me every night while I yearn for sleep isn't helping matters at all.

What exactly happened?

After the unpleasant incident two nights back…

After we had sex..

I blushed furiously, and bit my lip as I remembered. I already told myself that there was no need to feel guilty about what I did, and what I wanted.

One is that this craving is beyond natural. I could either give in to it or die, and I am so sure that it could ki