ELENE
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My heart lurched in my chest and my eyes snapped to the door.
What was he doing here? I wondered.
The knock came again and I jolted out of bed. I stared down at myself. My n*****s were still poking at my night gown, my vaginal was still dripping from my p***y.
“Give me a minute.” I darted into the bathroom, washed off, and wiped myself with my towel.
Brisked to the door, I opened it and there he was. Fredrick leaned against the doorway lackadaisically, dressed in a singlet, exposing his biceps.
“Good morning, princess.” A smile formed on his lips— a smile that made my skin prickle.
“Don’t call me that,” I said, “what are you doing here?”
Fredrick’s eyes lingered on my n****e piercings and when he noticed I had caught him, he rubbed the back of his neck.
“Uhmm.” He cle
