CASSIAN
A loyal whore was no less a whore.
And that's why Mila's reaction to Ayla fucking infuriated me.
Mila was my whore, and Ayla was my…
Fuck me!
I didn't even know what to box the Bambolina in.
I liked her. I wanted her. Working with her and living with her had brought this stupid feeling.
The feeling that I probably liked her as much as I resented her smart mouth.
I'd bumped into her from behind and felt that soft ass too many times in six months; now, I wanted no other woman in my bed except her.
There was a thin line between obsession and madness. Without a doubt, I was standing on both.
Because of Ayla, I'd ignored my whores.
I'd fucking gone celibate for six months pretending I didn't want to get laid.
But I did.
Maybe that was why my temper was flaring without restraint lately.
I had no idea why Mila had come, maybe she'd had a bad one with one of the men at the casino.
