Chapter 73. She’s Real Smart

Hermes POV

Lying back in the bathroom, I curse under my breath. Another fucking opportunity wasted. I let her walk out instead of wringing her dry the way I should have.

“Fuck.” My eyes shut hard, jaw tight.

How is this girl even real? Did she actually beg me to go again? The plan was to starve her, to make her crawl, but instead, I gave her what she wanted, but I don’t know if I got what I wanted.

I must look cheap to her.

No. I was in control. Perfect control, but why the hell was she grinning at me like I’d just handed her candy?

I did actually. I gave her my candy.

My feet scrape against the floor as I push myself up. I’m disoriented, but there’s a sick satisfaction curling in my gut, which should at least consoled me.

Walking out, I spot the document, ruined and soaking on the counter where I left the faucet running.

Was this her grand excuse for barging into my office?

A dry laugh escapes me as I hold the dripp