The Burning of the White Wisteria

"You got what you wanted, Tom," my voice was barely above a whisper as I spoke, "you control me. You've won. Isn't that enough for you?" "That's the thing, Little Alexa, it's not." His eyebrows furrowed deeply on his handsome face. "I can't explain it but I... I don't want to leave your life even though I've already w...