Chapter 8
CW: sexual content (handjob), swearing, mention of alcohol and drugs, drunkenness The memory of being with him simply cannot escape my mind. The way he touched me and kissed me. It meant a lot to me, way more than I expected. But what did it mean to him? Nothing of course. I was a mere experiment to him and he was driven more by curiosity rather than lust. After all I'm not exactly his type, and I feel stupid that I even hoped that I would have a chance. 'Sam. Sam!' his voice makes me snap back to reality. 'What's wrong? You seem to be deep in your thoughts.' What's wrong? What's wrong, he asks?! He is the cause of my distress and he has the gall to ask this. The bastard! 'Nothing, sir.' I can't bring myself to call him by his name. 'Oh, alright then.' he doesn't even correct me and tell me to call him Oswald like nothing happened between us. It breaks my heart. One morning when I arrive at his office he is already on his phone. ...