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PART 3

It's been two weeks since I last attended my therapy session, and today I chose to visit the old house. I needed to clear it out before putting it up for sale, or at least that's what everyone has been urging me to do. People often say that the more we cling to memories, the more they haunt us—like ghosts that will forever linger in our lives.

The house is a grand villa with a stunning garden, once vibrant and full of flowers, but now it looks quite neglected. I've never been much of a gardener, and the caretakers left the moment I decided it was time to let it all go.

I pushed against the massive door with my shoulder, as it was slightly stuck. Once inside, my eyes swept over the familiar surroundings, flooded with memories. Empty furniture filled the space, and as I closed the door behind me with my foot, I felt a wave of nostalgia wash over me.

My phone vibrated with a message: "Where are you, you idiot? Ri is throwing a party." I stared at Ginny's text for a moment before tossing my phone aside. As I made my way toward the stairs, my eyes scanned the room, and my hand traced the banister until I reached the bedroom. I leaned my shoulder against the doorframe, and memories began to flood back.

"Don't open your eyes, and don't cheat—I can see you," I whispered as I covered Olivia's face with my hand. She giggled as we climbed the stairs together.

"Can I open my eyes now?" she asked, still laughing.

"What an impatient girl you are," I teased, guiding her into the bedroom. As I revealed the space, she playfully nibbled on my palm, prompting a laugh from me.

"I asked my men to bring all your things here; this will be your room," I said, crossing my arms behind my back.

Olivia's eyes widened in surprise as she explored the room, her fingers gliding over the wooden surface of the closet, where a large mirror hung.

"I can send all the stuff back.." I started to say, but she interrupted me. "It's perfect," she exclaimed, turning to face me. "It's absolutely perfect."

At that moment, I half-expected her to bolt out of the room, but she didn't. This girl never ceased to amaze me.

"Do you really like it?" I asked, genuinely curious.

She nodded and walked toward me, wrapping her arms around my neck as her hands gently massaged the sides of my neck. She had a way of keeping me grounded, making me feel like I was completely under her spell.

"I'm impressed, Mr. Baker, very impressed," she said, her hands trailing down to my chest, tugging playfully at my shirt. I could feel every single nerve in my body tingling with anticipation.

"What are you waiting for...?" she whispered softly against my lips, and I let my hands rest on her hips, pulling her closer to me.

With a teasing laugh, she held me in suspense for a moment, enjoying the tension between us. "I also got you something, and I'd like you to wear it for me," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

I shook my head, trying to maintain my composure as my fists clenched slightly.

Then she revealed a pink shirt emblazoned with the words "I love my girlfriend." I stared down at it for a moment, processing what she wanted. "You want me to wear this?" I asked, incredulous.

She nodded enthusiastically, then rose onto her tiptoes, leaning in close to whisper in my ear, "And fuck me, hard."

Flashbacks began to overwhelm me, sharp and painful, pressing against my forehead as flashes of light danced in my mind. I stumbled down the hallway, gasping for air, desperate to escape the memories that haunted me. I sprinted down the stairs, each step feeling unsteady, and as I turned around, walking backwards, I struggled to comprehend what had just transpired.

Eventually, I found myself in the kitchen.

With my vision now clouded, I looked up.

Olivia stood by the oven, and the warm, inviting aroma of freshly baked goods filled the entire house. I had just finished a meeting with a client, and the comforting scent pulled me in as I entered the kitchen.

I licked my lower lip and walked up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist. "Am I daydreaming, or is my woman actually cooking?" I whispered against her ear, teasing her as she licked the wooden spoon.

"It's the least I can do since you've invited me here, and I kind of miss working at the shop," she replied, leaning her body against mine. I held her gently, my lips brushing against her shoulder as I slid my hands beneath her apron.

"What are you doing, Mr. Baker?" she asked, a playful note in her voice.

She whispered mischievously as she turned around, her full lips tantalizingly close to mine. My breath grew heavier with each touch of her fingers around my bare neck as she loosened my tie. "Make me yours, Marcus," she murmured. In an instant, I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her up, our tongues intertwining as I explored her mouth. I laid her down on the kitchen table with a rough intensity.

The encounter felt endless, each moment heightening my desire. She leaned over the table, and I thrust into her from behind. Her wrists were bound with my belt, amplifying the thrill of every movement. Her moans filled the room, and with each cry, I felt more powerful. My hand wrapped around her neck from behind as my tongue traced her skin.

She captivated me completely, making me a willing slave to her every whim.

My hands pressed against the kitchen table as I tried to catch my breath, the flashbacks feeling too vivid to be real. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake the feeling. Unable to stay there any longer, I grabbed the pile of documents from the living room and my phone before heading outside. My phone began ringing incessantly.

Elora was calling...

"Hi," I answered, and as usual, she sounded incredibly cheerful.
"Hi, baby, where are you? I'm worried. I haven't heard much from you today. Are you coming home? We need to get ready for tonight's party."

I closed the door behind me and stood in silence, still in a daze. "Oh sure, the party, of course," I replied.
"Marcus, are you listening?" she asked.
"Yes, whatever you say, baby. I'll see you in a bit," I said before hanging up.

I was certain I wasn't cut out to be boyfriend material, and deep down, I knew I could never truly fulfill that role.