The city lights blurred past the tinted windows as Victor’s car purred down Wilshire. I shifted in the leather seat, thighs pressed together, trying not to think about how raw and sensitive I still was. My skirt was rumpled, my lipstick smeared, and I was far too aware of his scent still clinging to my skin.
Victor sat beside me, composed as if nothing had happened. Jacket back on, shirt smoothed out, hair only slightly mussed. You’d never know he’d just f****d me hard enough to make me forget my own name.
He didn’t speak. Neither did I. The silence was thick, heavy, but not uncomfortable. More… charged.
When the car slowed to a stop outside my apartment building, Victor turned his head, those dark eyes pinning me in place.
“Goodnight, Jade.”
It was so calm. So final. Like the last th
