Chapter 9
ELLA
Iwatch him as he gets dressed, and dread what’s to come.
“After you get your clothes on, my driver will take you home. I have a bag for you to put the toys in, so you can take them home.”
I shake my head.
“No, thank you. I don’t want them.”
I put clean panties on, along with a bra, get my dress from the floor, and slip it on.
“Why? They’re clean. I washed them for you.”
I look straight into the camera and say, “Maybe you want memories of tonight, but I don’t. That’s why I haven’t asked for a copy of any pictures, or the video. I don’t want to remember, I want to forget.”
His face flashes with pain, as he walks to me angrily.
“Did I not make you feel good? Did I disappoint you?”
I release a long sigh.
“No, Sir. It was perfect, which is why I hope more than anything to forget it. Remembering you will be torture. We said no drama, so I’m going to go. Thank you for a wonderful night.”
He kisses me softly, as I press my hand to his face.
“I don’t know why you’re like this, Lincoln, but you don’t have to be. It’s a choice. You deserve so much more than one night.”
I undo the necklace and then the bracelet, then remove the earrings, and set them in his hand.
“Goodbye, Sir. Merry Christmas.”
To be continued…
Coming Valentine’s Day…