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that, the dam broke. The facade of my confidence had now
completely disappeared. God, I didn’t want him to hear me break down. I didn’t
want him to know that he had gotten to me. It felt like every suppressed
emotion from over the past few weeks were rushing out all at once and I
crumbled under the pressure. Sinking to the cold bathroom floor, I tried to
muffle my sobs with my hands, which instead caused me to sob even harder.
Griffin was trying to say something to me through the door, his voice now soft
and soothing, but I couldn’t hear anything over my hitching breaths. I cried
for all that I had lost, for the decisions I had to make, and most importantly,
I cried because I had no one. No one to hold or comfort me while I cried.
    Alone once again.
     
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    Stirring, I slid my palm across the silky bed sheet,
shifting slightly on the softest bed I had ever slept on. I had never felt this
free or light in forever. I didn’t think I’d ever slept this well or deep
before, I don’t really remember. Opening my eyes, memories from the day before
came flashing into my mind, along with the throbbing pain between my legs. I
didn’t recall leaving the bathroom last night. Someone must have carried me
back out to the bed.
    Stumbling to the bathroom on wobbly legs, the throb between
my legs decided to make itself more known. Looking down between my thighs, I
could see the evidence of our coupling. No, the evidence of our fucking. I was
fucked last night, and he even called me a whore a couple of times to remind
me. Drawing a bath, I sank into the hot, soothing water, washing and scrubbing
away at the blood and semen that was left on my body. This man confused me. One
second, he was calling me a whore and the next, an angel. One thing was clear
though, there was a lot more to Griffin than meets the eye and I had this
overwhelming need to figure him out.
    I want this to work . I came to America to get
married, make a family, have a husband, and maybe children as well. Could I
tame this beast? If I could give him what he needs, then maybe he could give me
what I need as well. He has to be lonely too. Why else would he use the agency?
Some of the things he said to me last night made me believe that he found
himself unlovable, undesirable. I was not ignorant of my own beauty but I never
found it to be important.  It could be, that with a soft hand and kindness, I
could draw this man out. The man that was surely hidden beneath the beast.  All
I needed was a plan.
    Finishing up my bath, I found my clothes from the night
before laid out on the couch in the bedroom. They seemed to have been cleaned
and pressed to pristine condition, including my underwear. Dressing quickly, I
headed downstairs in search of the kitchen. I marveled at the architecture of
the mansion. It would probably take me all day to explore every single nook and
cranny. Wandering down the hallway, I finally came across the kitchen. I’m not
even sure if that was what it should be called. It was so huge that you could
probably cook for a crowd of fifty in here.
    Opening up the fridge and taking a peek inside, it seemed
like they really might be cooking for fifty. It was overflowing with food.
Pulling out some eggs and bacon, I started breakfast. I’ve been cooking for my
father for so many years that it came as second nature to me. Nothing took me
away from my problems like cooking did. Making up two plates, I set them on the
breakfast bar in hopes that Griffin would join me. If this man was going to be
my husband, I had to try and get to know him better. No sooner had I taken my
first bite did he come strolling into the kitchen with a scowl on his face.
    “Looks like you made yourself right at home,” he clipped,
moving to the coffee pot to pour himself a mug.
    “Morning to you too, Mr. Stone. Would you be joining me for
breakfast? I made you a plate,” I chirped in my sweetest voice. Maybe some of
my sweetness would rub off on him.
    “I do not eat