Chapter 23 It Wouldn't Change Anything

• Lawson couldn't sleep a wink all night and that made him in the worst possible temper and more for the reason he was. He had the windows of the room closed, being in total darkness and still his eyes had not found calm. He sat on the bed totally naked only covered by the thin sheet that did not give warmth to his suffocated body.
• It had not been just once that he had had to attend to that which now rested quietly between his thighs. If he remembered correctly there were three orgasms throughout the night and the only image that came to his mind over and over again, during each masturbation section was the naked body of his Commander's hateful and exploitative until he cummed and was so exhausted he could barely move. That was not normal.
• He put his hand to his forehead and pushed his wet hair back. For the first time he regretted being in a place What was wrong with him? He preferred it when he hated her completely, when all he could think about was how to get back at her. When he could look her in the face and snarl at her because he loathed her, when he hadn't listened to the distorted stories about his past and relationship with his sister.... when he hadn't touched her yet.