Isla
Before I could protest, he had left my presence. My mind kept going back to the way he looked and the pleasure he felt back then in the bedroom. A place I wasn't supposed to see, an incident I wasn't supposed to witness. For a moment, I wished I was Skye. I wanted to feel that much pleasure from him. I wanted it, I craved it. I have managed to keep my desires on a deadbeat. I didn't want to talk about it because I would just sound like those maids. He had already had a taste of it and I didn't like that. I kept thinking of this training he was talking about. I knew how dangerous his world was, but did it warrant me training? What kind of training are we talking about here? These questions only caused chaos in my mind and I had enough going on to let any of Dante's antics spoil my mood.
