I was torn from my studying to please her.
She grabbed my arm, jolting me, her flawless lavender-pink nails digging into my skin. “Where have you been,” she hissed. The fruity, sugary fragrance of her perfume filled my nostrils. Insolence by Guerlain. As sickeningly sweet as it was, I yearned for it when it was not there. She wrenched me away from what I was doing. Forgotten, my textbook fell to the desk. She forced me to look...Read On