I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I’d gained a little weight, though my baby bump wasn’t obvious yet. My silver sleeveless bodycon dress shimmered under the light, the high slit showing just enough leg. Radiant. Beautiful. Tonight, I looked every bit the part.
Janet Maddox was hosting her party, and Kate—my party-loving partner-in-crime—was already there. Of course she wouldn’t miss it; she adored Janet and found her fascinating.
“Miss, sir awaits you downstairs,” Anita, my assigned maid, said softly.
“I’ll be there,” I replied, grabbing my purse.
It had been a day since my heated argument with Nic. A day since he’d gone down on me—not forcefully, but as a reminder. A reminder that in his mind, I was his. His possession. His words haunted me: I don’t share what’s mine.
I hadn’t
