Standing in front of the door with his subordinates behind him, Joe exhaled as he felt all the mental defenses that he'd built up for years crumbling, being replaced by longing and desire.
His façade of nonchalance, dominance, and control was fading, giving way to vulnerability and a longing to be loved, giving way to the real him deep down that was locked under layers of mental barriers for years.
He still remembered the first day that he met her like it was just yesterday.
The mere thought of her fair skin and her soft touch left him feeling hot, making his nether regions to throb anticipatorily.
In the ruthless world of survival where he had to claw his way to the top by being more ruthless and devious than his enemies, in a world that left him scarred and traumatized, forcing him to adapt to become a monster and to ride the storm, she was his peace in the midst of the storm.
