He touched my arm. ??Come back to my hotel room with me.??
The request rendered me temporarily speechless. Did he seriously want to apologize for savagely fucking me twenty years ago by fucking me again? I stepped back from him. ??You must be out of your mind.??
??Please. I just want to talk??privately.??
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I don??t know why I agreed to go with Mitchell, but I did. We walked back to his hotel in silence and went to his room. Once inside, he removed his jacket and sat down on the huge king-sized bed while I hovered by the door.
??Say whatever you have to say so I can get out of here,?? I told him.