Maggie's POV


Work was a pain in the ass, speaking that I have so much work to do. Things are even harder when you can't help but think of other things.

My concentration was floating away to another dimension as I started thinking about last night.

"Shh..." He bit my bottom lip tightly and panted louder.

I snapped back into reality, glancing at the clock.
He would be here in five minutes.

His hand covered my mouth, struggling to keep me quiet.

Two minutes until his appointment.

Suddenly his fingers wrap around my throat, pushing my body further into the mattress.
"Not a fucking word, you little Whore."

I shakingly take a sip of my tea to calm the soreness of my throat.

"Umm... Hello?" He smirks, leaning on the desk.

"Oh..." I pick up the phone slowly and dial Lucy's number.
"Your five o'clock is here..."

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