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devoted to him.
    His name was Salvatore and he was twelve years my senior. He was accomplished and powerful. Great job, fast car, gorgeous home , and a beautiful, young, and just stupid enough girlfriend to believe every word that came out his month. He had me wrapped hopelessly around his finger. I would have married him in a heartbeat. I thought that’s where we were heading. I should have taken into consideration the fact that he never brought me to meet his family, he never introduced me at business functions as anything more than his secretary, and he rarely brought me back to his home. I had been there a total of two times and that’s because the office was being cleaned and he couldn’t sex me on his desk like he had grown accustomed to.
    I thought he was just being noble. Keeping business away from pleasure and protecting me from the interoffice drama. I thought terribly wrong. I was his dirty little secret and I wasn ’t his only one. Our relationship went on for a year and a half before I caught on. I had begged him for weeks to take me to meet his family. I had none of my own. I was a ward of the state and went from foster home to foster home after the tragic death of my parents and little brother in a car accident. Any long distance relatives that I may have had didn’t come forward to claim me, so I was instantly placed in the system. I was already fifteen and many parents were only interested in adopting babies and small children, not fifteen year old pre-teen snotty girls. I was free at age eighteen and lucky to find a job so quickly. I’d always been great at typing and office work. I helped one set of foster parents that I stayed with for a short time in their own office. They had owned a home-based business, so I learned a lot of useful skills.
    Anyway, back to the reason I even brought up my past. I killed him. You ’re shocked right now and I can’t say that I blame you. But before you judge, let me tell you what happened. It had been a long work day and I was exhausted. Salvatore had left the office early to go to a family birthday party that he was throwing at his home. I only knew this because I generally did his scheduling and he had me block off these hours so he could take off early. After I got off work, I went to my run-down apartment and lounged around for a bit before deciding to do something really stupid. Keep in mind, I was young, both in age and in experience. Salvatore was the first man I loved and undoubtedly the last. I took a shower, paying special attention to shaving every area on my body. I planned for tonight to be special. I wanted Salvatore to make love to me, in his bed and in his home. I wanted him to tell me he loved me after I told him how much I loved him. This would be the first time I’d said it to him and I was praying he would respond the way that I so desperately needed him to. I hadn’t felt love since the passing of my parents. They were amazing people.
    I got out of the shower and blow-dried my long brown hair. It’s naturally dark, I got it from my mother. I placed large curls with my curling iron around my face and sprayed just a spritz of hair spray to hold the style. I dressed in a beautiful Chanel mini dress. It was classy, but sexy at the same time. I’d never owned anything so expensive. Salvatore bought it for me to wear on a special occasion, but he had yet to take me out anywhere. Our relationship was trapped in the confines of his office. I put on some cheap black pumps, they were the only pair I owned. I did my makeup naturally and played up my eyes and lips, my best features. I smudged some red lipstick on my lips. I don’t know why, but I’d always loved red lipstick. I felt gorgeous and I couldn’t wait for Salvatore to show me off.
    I call ed a cab and waited no longer than fifteen minutes. Butterflies were flying around nervously in my stomach. I pulled up outside of Salvatore’s home. I paid the cab driver the last of the money I had on