What the hell is with my brain?

‘’I have other places, other properties and other businesses. I could use you anywhere I want and let this blow over.’’ Alexi has a look of determination on his face. He’s not kidding.

‘‘Such as where?’’ I sound as desperate as I feel, and all I can think about is, will I still see him the way I do now? Once or twice a week and most weekends. If he sends me elsewhere, will he even care to come and see me anymore, or will I ...