CHAPTER 41

　　Raymond’s POV

　　Lyla thought that I was Darwin.

　　         I can only say one word: fuck.

　　         She’s good. Well, she’s always been this good. But the feeling of her tongue playing me is epic. Tasty and insane, but darkly delicious.

　　         I don’t know if she’s only acting by seeing me as Darwin. I can say that she has finally wanted to reconnect back with me.

　　         Through this. Through this enactment or whatsoever that women call. Oh yes, I know the words: role playing.

　　         She’s roleplaying that she sees me as her former boss. But why? Or perhaps she’s—

　　         “You still taste good, Darwin…”

　　         I should tell her, before she delves further.

　　         “Lyla…”  I sing her name, sending it into the cool breeze of the night. I wanted to stop her. But my heart says otherwise.

　　         Forbidden things are more delicious as they say.