Alexander’s P.O.V.

Damn it! Why did I want to stay with her, and why did it become so hard for me to leave her after fucking her? What was the reason for me wanting her to stop me? Why do I want to go back to her and sleep with her again? What the hell is wrong with me?

When she inquired, “Master, are you leaving?” Her pleading eyes silently implored me to halt and envelop her in an embrace.

Fuck! Fuck! I’m seriously going insane.

I sit in my large chair, smoking and staring at the wall, wondering. Eventually, I drift off to sleep right there, still contemplating my...