Frightened, I immediately stopped talking.

My body couldn't take another go round of Greyson's sexual appetites.

I looked at him, feeling a sense of loss, though.

He wasn't angry, which meant that he wasn't Griffon.

For some reason, I was upset, so I turned my back to him and closed my eyes.

I didn't know why, but although this man wasn't Griffon, something told me he wouldn't hurt me, that he would keep me safe.

***

After she fell asleep, the man pulled her back into his arms.

He held her in his arms and gently caressed her back.

***

so tired that I fell asleep soundly. In a daze, I dreamed of the

aimed at my

my fingers one by

pain, but I reached

***

reached the man's ears, and the hand rubbing her back

time, then pushed her away, got out of

***

to sleep and cared for me as if he were

the emotion from my dream lingered,

still dark in the presidential suite. I touched the

I heaved a sigh of relief, got up, and opened the French

side, the

then did I realize

the entire

in white sheets, pillows and blankets that were softer than

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