Alina pov
I went back to the bathroom, washing my face but his smell still lingered on my skin. I looked at myself in the mirror, blushing hard. Mr Parker took me against the table. The table where we used to do meetings, sitting and discussing our tasks for hours. I couldn't stop myself from biting my lips.
He had f****d me so hard that his strokes were still making me feel ache all over my skin. It hurts everywhere, but I am in love with this pain. I love this ache.
“Ms Easton,” I opened my eyes as I heard a voice from behind, slicing off my thoughts. I froze.
Katherine,
What was she doing here?
“Ms Katherine,” I murmured, not turning around. I pretended to look around, washing my face. I knew it very well. She didn't like me at all.
She smiled and stood beside me. I knew he
