Cara stared at the lipstick-stained mug like it was poison.
Camille’s handwriting danced mockingly across the note—sharp, smug, unforgiving.
You lost the man.
Now let’s see how well you play without him.
— C.
Her fingers trembled. Last night, Michael made her feel like the only woman in the world. The way he touched her… the way he whispered “only you” in the dark.
It meant something. It had to mean something.
But now he was gone. Again.
She stormed through the penthouse, half-dressed, wild-eyed, the ache between her thighs still raw with memory.
“Michael!” she shouted, knowing he wasn’t there. “Coward! Liar!”
She sank to the floor, the echo of their night still pulsing inside her. Her body still ached for him. Her lips still tingled from his kisses. Her thighs still trembled fro
