HER POV
Friday
The whole day felt like it was buzzing under my skin. From the second I walked into the office, Amila was already hyping it up. She wouldn’t stop. Leaning across her desk with a wicked grin, whispering things that made me clench my thighs under the table.
“By tonight, baby, you won’t even remember that ex’s name,” she teased. “You’ll be too busy screaming someone else’s.”
Every hour, every coffee break, every sly wink from her only tightened the knot in my stomach.
By the time we clocked out, she had me by the arm before I could change my mind. “Salon. Now.”
The salon was alive with the hum of dryers and gossip. Amila lounged in her chair like a queen, phone in hand, while a stylist curled her hair into glossy waves. She looked like she belonged on a billboard. Meanwhi
