Chapter 12
TWELVE
LOSE CONTROL
Gabe
What the fuck am I doing?
I haven’t been hard in years.
I don’t get hard.
One minute I was doing my job and the next it was like my dick had a mind of its own. The next minute I was outraged. I was so fucking angry because who is this tiny princessa, and who does she think she is to play with me?
She clearly gets off on toying with grown men, on toying with me.
She had to know what she was doing to me. And when I couldn’t take anymore of her brand of torture—when I snapped—I did what she asked and took what I so clearly wanted. But the second my cock stopped pulsing after painting her with my cum, I knew the entire thing was wrong.
I don’t fuck around—on the job or otherwise—and I don’t fuck around with clients. This was a recipe for disaster; a mistake I regularly cautioned my men to never make.
Worse than that, I hurt her.
Not my finest moment and one I’ll never be proud of. The things I said were disgusting.
Adrienne might be spoiled and she definitely has a problem listening, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t deserve my respect. Because she absolutely does.
I panicked when the lust cleared and realization that I fucked up hit. I let my bruised ego and battered pride do the talking before I hightailed it out of there, and that wasn’t the right thing to do.
I’m going to have to figure out how to fix this, or at the very least, guide us back to a professional setting because the last thing I can afford to do is lose control like that again…
Even if I’m dying to.