Chapter 2
The tops burst off the cups. Coffee splashed Oriana’s legs. Pain sizzled up her thighs but didn’t quite register. Her skin seemed to belong to someone else. Someone far away.
Slender thighs spread wide. Paul’s face screwed up as he thrust hard, obviously experiencing more pleasure than he ever had with her . . .
A shout crossed the distance. “Hey!”
Tears blurred the bright lights of the hall. She blinked them away and swallowed against the bile in her throat. Her nails dug into her palms, and the sharp pain countered the numbness taking over.
Breathe. You don’t care. Doesn’t matter. You really don’t care.
But she did. She’d cared enough to change everything for him. All for nothing.
The pages in that damn book she’d considered the salvation of her relationship flapped in h
