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I ended up doing all those things—my way to cope with everything that happened.

Every time I was with a man, I thought of Jaxon. And I always had the urge to please and pleasure them. I needed to do it to clean up my conscience from what happened.

And every time I did it, I always called his name, thinking it was him that I was pleasuring. And every time, the deed didn’t happen. Those men got insulted because I kept on calling Jaxon’s name while I was in the middle of an action with them.

‘Somehow, Jaxon did save me from totally ruining myself with other men.’...