Page 54 of Secrets, Lies and Love

“Go on.”

“You guided me. You said what you wanted.”

“How, Cecily?”

I no longer hear the music and realize that we are near some trees, far from the party. “I don’t have the courage to say.”

“What did I tell you to do?” He holds me against him, and I lose my breath as I feel the pressure of his excitement.

“You ordered me to take off my clothes, lie down on the bed, and spread my thighs. You wanted to . . .”

“See your pussy,” he whispers in my ear.

“Yes.”

“Did you obey me?”

“I did, even though I was embarrassed. In my dream, I enjoyed showing myself to you.”

“Damn, you’re really hot.”

“It was a dream.”

“No, it is your wish. Do you have the courage to tell me right now that you are not wet while we dance together? I know that if I lift your dress, you will be dripping for me, redhead.”

“I want to go back to the party.”

“No, you want to escape the excitement you’re feeling, but you won’t be able to. Until we satisfy this hunger, we won’t be able to break this spell.”

With all my willpower, I evoke the memory that he’s a professional seducer.

I can’t exchange my promise for a few hours of pleasure.

“You’re right. I’m trying to escape the desire I feel. It’s so powerful that it seems to control me, as if my body doesn’t belong to me. The problem is that I have an idea of what will come next. I will be sent away with good compensation and a good luck wish. I don’t want that. Don’t treat me like one of your women. I’m not a conquest.”

I pull away and run before I can turn back. I’m shaking. My body is begging for his, but I can’t afford to give in.

Cecily

CHAPTER THIRTY

A week later

“I love this job.I’ve learned so much since I started here,” I say as soon as I finish my shift in the library of the Association for Dyslexic Children that my friend founded.

As Dionysus is traveling again and Joseph is sleeping at his relatives’ house, I have been spending the whole day here so as not to be left doing nothing.

The Greek woman’s life story is one of the most beautiful I’ve ever heard. She has dyslexia, but her parents were neglectful, to say the least. In fact, from what she told me, her father was a true monster, humiliating her when she got her words wrong, hiding her condition from the whole world, preventing her from being taught by competent professionals and thus getting help.

And all in the name of pride, vanity. The awful man didn’t want his millionaire friends to find out that his daughter was dyslexic.

Odin, just like in fairy tales, saved her, literally and figuratively.

He worked on her self-esteem, sought help, made her understand that she wasn’t stupid as her father called her, just different.

Elina then decided to found the Association, not only to support children and young people with the condition but also to teach parents how to deal with their children, without embarrassing them or making them feel inferior.

The work done here is beautiful, and since I started, I have evolved a lot as a human being.

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