In excruciating pain, I dragged my injured tail through the streets to find him, only to see him passionately kissing another woman.
Conrad was drunk, his eyes shimmering with a hurt expression, like a forlorn kitten left out in the cold. His kisses were rough and relentless, carrying a hint of punishment. My heart sank deeply.
Maya shoved him away. “You’re engaged to Serena. Why are you even here, looking for me?”
Conrad’s eyes sparkled with a wild mix of relief and joy. “I’ve been searching for you for years and the no contact with you nearly drove me insane!”
"I kept her around as a pet because she reminded me of you," he admitted casually.
The revelation hit me hard: I was merely a distraction for him, not even a genuine substitute.
Those dreamy, longing looks he gave me? They were just his attempts to find echoes of his ideal muse in me.
His youthful first love was draped across his lap, their mouths connected in an intense, unbreakable kiss.
Conrad declared, “Even if she looks like you, she doesn’t come close to you in any way.”
Maya clung to his neck, her voice a teasing whisper. “Connie, I won’t be your mistress!”