My tears fell on his face. "Come back to me," I sobbed. "My life is nothing without you. I love you."I stood up straight as I felt Iman's hand touch m...y back, turned, and walked out. As I returned to my room, I climbed onto the bed and realized my wrists were bandaged up. Iman and Rashad ran their checks as they had done before. Both of my shoulders were seriously damaged and it will be hard for me to move my arms for several days, possibly weeks. My wrists had been cut to the bones from the. This painting shook me to the core.There was this so realistic looking man. Probably in his 30’s with a stubble beard and a ripped and jacked up body staring down with his hunting equipment in his hands. His eyes were painted sapphire blue and his hairs were black with a few streaks of white in front. His abs were quite prominent and somehow.I couldn’t keep my eyes off his crotch. There was a bulge painted on his pants in that painting.Okay. I am too horny. I just got turned on by a. No more lazing around. It is time to get to work. Now, I want to see you down stairs in ten minutes, and, you better be presentable.’ He firmly enunciated the presentable part. I heard my door slam a second later. ‘Fuck.’ I cursed as I jumped out of bed and began digging through my luggage. I managed to find the only single pair of dress pants I owned — Deborah had apparently decided I didn’t need anything other than short skirts — and a fitted silk turquoise v-neck blouse. I jumped into my. ‘Would you like dinner, ma’am? It is being served at the moment,’ he continued, ever the gracious host. ‘That would be nice, Fabian. Frankly, I can’t remember the last time I ate,’ Sarah laughed, a husky sound that has his stomach muscles clenching. He didn’t understand women. One minute they’d bite and the next, they’d want to cuddle. Shaking his head, he led her to the dining area, a place that used to be the kid’s playroom when his father was but a boy. It was an old room, but richly.