RORY
My hands are shaking so bad, I have to drop the Manila folder with the contents spilling out of it on the coffee table as I collapse on the couch, my legs giving out from under me.
Bracing my elbows on my knees, I bury my head in my hands and struggle to think of a way out of this situation.
The window to use the famous ‘this isn’t what it looks like’ line has sailed because asides from my reaction which has given me away, our faces in the pictures already do. There’s a dark smirk on Carter’s face that promises every single dirty thing he did to me that day and on my face is the delighted and satisfied look of a woman who finally got what she wanted. It’s obvious even though I’m literally upside down and the more you glance back and forth through the pictures, the clearer it beco
