Chapter112: 112

DAPHNE Weston’s breathing is deep and slow, his arm lying heavy on top of me as his body wraps around me. I stare at the clock, trying to shut off my brain so I can fall asleep, but his words from earlier keep echoing through my head. Is this real or is this all part of his fantasy? He told me he was reminding me who I belonged to that night at the bar and tonight again he asked if I was his. Is that what he wants? Or is this part of the control, the idea of having me all to himself to play with and use? I feel a knot form in my stomach. Tonight at the jazz club was exciting but I’m still confused about his comment about my birth control. Did I hear him correctly? Between the music and being completely lost in what he was doing to me, I’m sure I misunderstood. The same feelings of guilt are threatening to bubble up. I know what I’m feeling for Weston and it’s not just a fantasy. It’s real and if I’m not careful, I risk losing much more than just my job; I risk losing a man I’m falling