Chapter 16

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The phone rang, jolting me out of my thoughts. Maestro, putting on a white polo, went over to pick it up, the phone cradled between his ear and shoulders as he struggled to put on a watch.

Three days since he touched me that way, and since that day, it was all I could think of to the extent I was ashamed of it.

Why did he do that? I could still remember the feel of his hair against my hands, the mischief in his eyes when he looked at me, and the way his tongue rounded on my nipples.

My thoughts were getting skewed. If Dora were here, she would be so ashamed of me.

I hadn't seen Sir Derinem since I confessed to him. I wondered if he had left me to myself or hadn't believed me enough to find Dora. Whichever way the case, it took all my strength to keep my faith in him strong.

Not wanting to feel hopeless, I stood up and began to prepare for bed, stripping bare. His face was to the wall, and I prayed he wouldn'