CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
~ Stephano
The second I heard those heels clicking outside my office, my cock twitched like it had fucking sonar.
One month.
One goddamn month without seeing her, hearing her voice, or smelling that intoxicating perfume she always wore, citrusy, heady, and maddening.
I should’ve felt relieved. Peaceful. Free.
But instead?
I...