Chapter 8

• Brandi
• I walk out of the club, annoyed. That man has been playing the same game for three weeks, which is why I finished his work early. The sooner I can get away from him, the better. But why did the room smell like Mr.C? Is he back? I know he flew to New York after showing up at my apartment that night.
• A night that has haunted my dreams ever since. I can’t stop thinking about him; all I do is masturbate to the memory of fucking him. I open the car door and slip in, the vibrator I’ve had in all pulsates in my car. That smell, I grab my nipples, pinching them as the vibrator works. Anyone can wear the perfume, but that’s his scent; I want him.