I was mad. I was mad at Leo. He tortured me last night. Played with my body and emotions as 'punishment' and not once did I came.

He was still upset but I was mad. It is now 10:09 am and we are having breakfast. Leo was eating silently a few chairs away because I refused to sit beside him.

I was glaring at him and stabbing every piece of food in my plate. He knew I was looking at him he just didn't acknowledge it. I can't believe it. I've literally had wet dreams about him every ...