Chapter 31 Erotic Memories Of Him

• Ofcourse, my time here didn't mean anything, and I knew that Aleksander and I had an arrangement. It was purely physical. I could get that through my head.
• The ballet was more important to me. My performances were what I needed to focus on more than anything. I had done that before, and I could do that again. It didn't matter what I did on the side, I could leave here with the money and get on with my life.
• Once down stairs in the kitchen, the lights automatically flickered on at my presence. It startled me and I sucked in a gasp at the sudden light but released the breath I held when I confirmed again that I was alone. I looked over the black cabinets with gold fixtures and my eyes caught sight of the silver key resting on the corner of the island.