Admiral Submission Part 3
The Admiral's Possession slowly takes hold of young AiyanaI awaken to a savory aroma filling the air of our suite. Dinner, I assume. Reaching over to the nightstand, I grab my phone—it reads 6:45 p.m. I rub my hands over my face; the effects of the drinks from earlier have worn off. I can hear Dallas and The Admiral chatting in the kitchen. I can’t make out their words, but the conversation sounds casual. I slip out of bed, heading for the shower, hoping to work up the nerve to...