Two weeks dragged by in a haze of avoidance and simmering tension, Harper dodging Raymond at every turn during her internship shifts.
She'd bury herself in paperwork, slip out early, or hide in the bathroom when his commanding footsteps echoed down the hall.
The bruises from Julius had faded to yellow shadows on her skin, her p***y finally healing from the brutal pounding, but the ache in her chest—the confusion over Raymond's fiancée—lingered like a bruise that wouldn't quit.
Paparazzi lurked outside the office, snapping shots of her curvy figure hurrying to her car, but she kept her head down, the secret affair twisting tighter around her throat, but she fears that she is slowly getting to the point where she would not mind if it went public that she was f*****g a senator.
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