ISABEL
Sunlight cuts through the floor-to-ceiling windows like a blade. I blink awake slowly, my body registering sensations before my mind catches up. Soreness between my thighs, a pleasant ache in my hips plus the sheets are cool against my bare skin.
I'm alone.
My hand slides across the mattress where Harvey slept last night and it's cold. I sit up too quickly and my muscles protest, reminding me exactly how thoroughly three men worshipped my body for hours. The penthouse is silent except for the distant hum of the city below.
They left.
I tell myself I don't care, I tell myself this was always temporary, a single night of revenge and pleasure. Nothing more but my throat tightens anyway.
I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and stand. My knees wobble and I have to grip the nig
