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“Yes, England, and yes I’m very fucking serious. I asked you to quit, and since you won’t, I’m getting as far away from Leo as I can before he finds out. There’s no guarantee he won’t come after me even after I’ve left but I can hope. Even though England isn’t beyond his sphere of influence, I’m hoping it’s far enough away he won’t bother with me.”

“You’re really doing this?”

“I always wanted to live abroad and travel. Not many positions compare to working for Exousia, but I’m not going to stay in the firing line. You really don’t seem to get it, and I can’t make you. When this all blows up in your face, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Her condescending tone gets to me. All the anger and resentment I’ve kept bottled up comes out. “Fuck you, Natalie. I was the one who warned you when you suggested it. You said don’t worry. You laughed at me when I asked what if I managed to meet someone and might want to be with them. You laughed as if it wasn’t even a possibility. Well, it fucking happened. I get it, but I’m not running from Leandros and what I got myself into. Leo might want to fuck me but not enough to upset his precious peace. I’ll be gone before he knows the truth. If you want to go, go, but don’t put this on me.”

When I walk away, I’m sure I’ll never see her again. And I don’t.

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Monday

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Alexa

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I blink, trying to stay awake. I take another sip of my espresso and exhale with pleasure at the taste and feel of it going down. I’m now seriously addicted to these. Over the last few weeks as sleep became harder to get I’ve gone from a casual drinker of coffee to drinking two cups every day, of the same drink I make for Leo.

Just thinking about sleep makes me crave it even more. As bad as the days are, seeing Leo, having him close enough to touch but not able to, nights are a different kind of torture. The nights are endless hours of craving, dreaming of him, and waking up feeling hollow, empty.

I’ve also gone through more batteries than I care to admit for my vibrator. Years ago, when I gave up on meeting someone I turned to the vibrator and casual use, it was never anything more than a way to relieve stress. The last few weeks though I’ve used it more than I have in an entire year and I hate it. It helped take the edge off, but afterward, I just felt worse that I wasn’t with Leo.