Kyle's POV
I didn't move for a solid ten seconds, just stood there like an i***t with my mouth halfway open, watching her drag on that cigarette like she owned the whole damn street. Lila. My Lila; well, my ex, technically, but the label never really left my head no matter how many weeks passed.
Standing there in leather and shadows with a mask hanging from her fingers, and suddenly every late-night disappearance since our breakup, every rumor about "another income source," made a sick kind of sense. Was this some secret she'd kept from me while we dated? This doesn't look new. I know many dominatrixes in this business usually have the same aliases, but there was always one nasty Red many years ago that everyone loved. Could this be? Was this something she'd built after she walked out o
