Elora’s POV.
I slept well until I didn’t. I had dreams of Conrad and not normal dreams of me slitting his throat. No, he was on top of me, our naked sweat-soaked bodies writhing together in pleasure. Him kissing me as he made love to me.
Then I saw Zoe’s face, and I woke up gasping, damp with sweat and my c**t was pulsing. What the f**k is wrong with me? He is a client, an annoying fuckboy. I’m not attracted to him, so why am I dreaming of being with him?
I showered and changed into my shorts and sports bra. It is five in the morning and I decided I would head to the gym. I need to clear my head. Each time I close my eyes, I see him. Then I see Zoe. I can hear her laugh before she kisses me. Then the door bursts open, her eyes wide and afraid. Then dead before she hits the mattress.
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