You don't understand.

That girl. She does something to me.

She steps on my heart. She leaves so often and so selfishly.

I wasn't perfect. I strayed. But I'd never left her.

For her, leaving me seemed to be a casual affair.

I was in pain.

xxx

Kai's mouth left hers with a slick pop and he hovered over her.

Both of them were left gasping.

He rolled over to her side, collecting her into his arms.

"Sleep, love."

And all she could do was roll into his arms.

xxx

"She's so submissive. Should we be worried?"

Heinous laughter rings out.

"That girl? Submissive? Those two terms are antonyms! No worries. She knows who she works for."

xxx

Solbi wakes to an empty bed.

Unpleasant, cruel feelings haunt her.

How many times had he left her like this? How often had she woken to an empty bed for not her mind, but her heart to remember it like this?

Nasty feelings surface.

And she doesn't forget who she works for.

Kai now had a tiny microphone imbedded in his collarbone.

She needed to gather intel, and that meant getting him to trust her, not as a meek girl, but as his ally.

She steps daintily out of bed and walks over to a wardrobe.

It was full of dresses, all pastel and girly. All her size.

Did she used to dress like this?

She picks out a black spaghetti strap number and slips into it braless.

Then, she tests the door.

It was unlocked.

She walks out barefoot.

xxx

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