Lily Thompson
I knew it. I knew it.
“Lily?” His voice was strained, confused. “Is everything okay?”
I swallowed hard. And for a second, I considered lying. I considered pretending I hadn’t seen anything. Pretending that everything was fine and just going back to pleasuring each other. That I hadn’t just had the rug pulled out from under me.
But I couldn’t.
Because if I didn’t confront this now, it would destroy me later.
I rose slowly to my feet. My knees shaky. My lips still swollen. My fingers trembled as I held up the phone.
“What’s that?” Ryan asked, still breathless, still half-hard, completely unaware.
I showed him the screen.
And watched as the color drained from his face.
His arousal vanished instantly.
“Do you recognize this?” I asked quietly. Too quietly. Because if I
