Chapter 42

• Mona POV
• It had been three and a half days since Ian and I had touched each other. I would see him everyday and he would smile and greet employees especially with the women where he would be extra friendly. I tried not to let it bother me so I would go in my office, close the door and bang my head against the desk.
• Stupid! Stupid! I reminded myself. My lips felt dry and parched from not having those sweet lips upon them. My nipples hurt knowing they couldn't be touched by him and oh don't get me started about my aching walls, they would start to tremble when he got to close. I was a fucking hot mess. I was a crackhead going through withdrawals without the bad hair and jacked up teeth. This man had me feening just for a simple touch.