The man all but called me a whore after he got me off in a roomful of drug dealers then dismissed me like a child the next day when I wanted to talk like adults. I’d never felt more degraded in my life. It wasn’t difficult to figure out that Boss was actively avoiding me. The jerk even had one of his lackeys give me my twice-daily injections, not bothering to do it himself anymore. Even when I knew damn well he was somewhere in the house. His childlike behavior was more than a little baffling because honestly, why would a man like Boss hide from me? I was a nobody. A nothing. A piece of property. He proved that by using me at his disgusting dinner party and discarding me afterward. He’s the one who referred to me as property more than once. I was the one who didn’t listen. Boss had been the only one in the house to speak to me, the others told to keep their distance. Because of this, I had no one and found myself unable to sit still for more than a few minutes.
