CYRIL’S POV
I couldn’t get Raine off my mind as I stepped into the penthouse. The second the door slammed behind me, that shameful look in her eyes taunted me over and over again.
Shit! That was on me. All of it.
I should have been more careful. The thought of some random stranger walking in on us, instead of her friends, crossed my mind. It didn’t sit right with me. Not one bit.
I needed to make sure this incident didn’t repeat itself. I also had to fix this f*****g mess. I didn’t want Raine to suffer more than she already has.
I headed to the kitchen and got a refreshing glass of water to lubricate my scorched throat. With each sip, my mind began spinning through backup plans. Damage control wasn’t saying sorry; it was about taking control.
I needed to ensure her friends kept
