Chapter 82 The Wrath Of The Valkyrie

• Kimberly
• Everything was either broken, moved, or scattered on the floor. I didn't want to mentally calculate how much it would cost me to replace many of these things, especially because some of them looked old, having survived over the years, until the Kimberly Tornado had touched down, or rather, until an idiotic, controlling, manipulative, cheating, attractive, tempting, hormone-altering assistant to the CEO of Miller Holding, Jason Blake, had entered my life. From then on, everything around me was a disaster or in danger of ending up like this room. Including that tempting god with blue eyes like lakes on a sunny day, although the danger that man faced was even worse, because until I met him, my hormones, my feelings, my desires, and my femininity had been hidden beneath an acquired sense of security, an ice princess control that, under years of teachings from my mother, insisted I learn to hide, so as not to show weakness, desire, or any kind of emotion. That was the greatest sin that I, as her daughter, could commit. But within the teachings of the businesswoman Emily Peterson, there was no instruction on what to do when two newborn babies, a needy friend, and a controlling yet attractive and tempting man, the man you wish would be the one to keep the most precious thing a woman has, her virginity, enter your life.
• Well, it's very simple. The same thing happens to you that has happened to this room, where everything you've hidden comes to light, breaking down all your barriers, as if it were a tsunami breaking through all the containment dams in its path.