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Entry #126

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Entry #126

I've never been accused of being impulsive, that's always been Tee's weakness. I've never been called indecisive, that's Nathalia. I think things through. Consult. Strategize. And then I execute, having first calculated the precise risk and fact outcome. 

So why I did I just committed the most reckless, impulsive action of my life without any notion of how it will play out?

 Fucking heroin, that's why.

 I'm sitting here staring at him sleeping from under that taupe striped Four Season duvet like a junkie would a needle filled with his particular poison. I want it, I want him so badly, I believe I could die of withdrawal. The bitter irony is that he likely hates me, but even that couldn't stop me from coming to his aid...and if I'm brutally honest, so he can come to mine and rescue me from this black hole I'm sinking into. I can already feel the power in lust of money going to my head, and the rage from my mother's lies, that I came to find out. My dad is not my real dad. But my biological father is Jeremy Samders. That all this years he's been given my mother financial support, that wild she was his PA, she had an affair with Jeremy. My dad came to her rescue when she found out that she was pregnant with me. My dad and my mom they where friends and my dad ask her to marry him and move to England.

How can my mother act all high and mighty? When she has a big fucking skeleton in her closet! I'm never going to forgive her how acted with Bas, the lies and even when I confronted her that day she still lied. She lie to Tee and and Nathalia. My dad will always be my real dad. But my mother's lies keep on pushing and fueling a fire that pushes me unward. But my connection to Bas keeps me out of danger and somewhat in touch with my own humanity. 

The truth is that I need him more then he needs me and I despise my vulnerable position.

 God, he's lovely. What a gift it was to feel him again, if somewhat chastely and out of expediency. I took his wet clothes off from his perfect body, a dody that some man would love to have and they would give their right arm to have. He white porcelain skin that. Does abs that you can tell that his been working out. I love his sent. Those lips that of his👄 that I want to kiss so badly. Oh, how I longe for his touch. How I want to make mine again. It would have been a ghastly crime given his current condition. Unlike my half-brother, I'm a gentleman.

 Still, I entertain the thought. 

I'll be content to watch him for now.

Tee toll me what he had said to Bas, I now I been a playboy and had one nightstands but until that night I had never been man. He was my first and and I know I was first. He was a virgin. That night I made love to him, because that day he became my addiction,  he became my heroine.

I love him,

 I missed him

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UPDATE

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