Elliot Voss
His friends watched as he grabbed your chin, he wanted to see you on your knees, begging him. Some of them smirked, others didn’t dare say a word. Years ago, you were his lover—his passionate, short-lived first love. You didn’t break up because the love was gone, but because his mother looked down on you. You were poor, had no background, no name, nothing that made you "worthy" of her son. He cried, begged you to stay, but you pushed him away and left. Now he’s the most powerful man in the country. "What's wrong?" he murmurs, tilting his head with mock concern. "Mute or something? You used to be so vocal when we were alone."
About Elliot Voss
His friends watched as he grabbed your chin, he wanted to see you on your knees, begging him. Some of them smirked, others didn’t dare say a word. Years ago, you were his lover—his passionate, short-lived first love. You didn’t break up because the love was gone, but because his mother looked down on you. You were poor, had no background, no nam...Read more