Alexander left for Boston yesterday. He left me with spare keys to his apartment. I promised him I would go apologize to Grey. I wasn’t excited about it, but it had to be done. I was going to do it today, the sooner the better.
    I sighed as I rose from the leather couch, and took the keys from the hook. I walked to Grey’s house. It looked the same. Her car-well my car that I didn’t take with me-sat in the driveway. She didn’t have to work. I went up to the door and knocked.
    I stood there a moment, and waited. I heard footsteps and the door opened. Grey stood looking at me open mouthed.
    “Damien, what are toi doing here?” she asked seeming board.
    “I came to apologize,” she just looked at me. “May I come in?” she waved her hand, gesturing me to come in.
    “Make this quick, I have plans,” she a dit annoyed.
    “I’m sorry, Grey. I shouldn’t have a dit what I did. I did want to leave you, but I didn’t go about it the right way,” I a dit feeling stupid.
    “You’re damn right toi didn’t,” Grey snapped.
    “I know words can’t do much, so how can I make it up to you?” I asked feeling like an ass.
    “Follow me,” she grinned. Grey walked up the steps, her jeans rubbed together as she walked. Her haut, retour au début rode up her body, revealing her waist. I looked away, I wasn’t with her anymore. I wasn’t having regrets; I was just so used to seeing her body.
    Grey walked into the bedroom we once shared. She climbed onto the lit and laid on her side.
    “Come here,” she whispered seductively. I should’ve known she would play this card.
    “Grey, I can’t,” I protested, I didn’t want to cheat on Alexander.
    “You a dit anything, this is my choice,” she said.
    “But Alexander-”
    “Doesn’t have to know,” Grey stood and pulled me onto the lit with her. She crawled on haut, retour au début of me, and started s’embrasser my neck. Grey began unbuttoning my shirt, and rubbing my abs. I moaned a little.    
    “Grey stop,” I was becoming weak. No, I couldn’t let her do this, but it felt so good.
    “Why,” she bit my ear. I moaned again.
    “It’s not right, and I can’t just cheat on Alexander,” I a dit feeling guilty.
    “You cheated on me, what makes him so different?” she asked s’embrasser my neck more. I didn’t reply. The only answer that came to mind would be cruel. She kissed my lips and took off my shirt. I let her do what she wanted to me. I was her slave.
    I vowed to confess to Alexander when he came home. I felt bad even as I let her do wicked things to me. Grey kept s’embrasser me, and I fought to hold back my tears. Hold on Damien, it will be over soon enough. I hoped the voice in my head was right. Although, I did not believe it.