Jane
The city lights blurred past the tinted windows as Julius's driver who Julius had called after we f****d in the car, navigated through downtown.
I sat in the back of the car, my wedding dress a wrinkled mess around my thighs, my body still trembling from what we had just done. What I had just done.
I should have felt guilty. Horrified. Ashamed of myself for f*****g my fiancé's father in the back of a car while Hudson waited at the altar, but all I felt was alive.
Julius sat beside me, his hand possessive on my thigh, his grey eyes studying me like I was a puzzle he intended to solve.
He had barely spoken since we finished. He just held me while I caught my breath, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin.
“Where are we going?” I finally asked, my voice hoarse.
“My place,”
