She knew she was obsessed. She knew she had a problem, she knew she was screwed. All these and more, but she was stuck.
She brushed her hair for the 100th time, picked her bag and strut off to what she swore was the last meeting.
She was not going to see him again, she only needed to explain. She was no coward and she was not going to break up with him over the phone.
More confident than ever, she walked into his office. He didn’t have to look or smell so amazing. Why did someone so old look this great? He was her kryptonite!
He understood her body, every inch and fibre. He had controlled her body like no one else could, even worse, he controlled her mind. She was stuck.
The speech she had spent weeks rehearsing vanished, he took her in his arms and made love to her till she ran out of breath.
She enjoyed every minute of it knowing fully well that each minute would be replaced by multiple hours of pain and regret.
If the devil was human, he’d be Cole. He was her devil, her Zahir