Chapter 3
Karin
I couldn’t stay in my apartment after Terry’s attack. Not even if I got drunk. After I got a comforting hug and my tears under control, I asked James to take me to his hotel room.
On the drive over, I wasn’t thinking about s*x. I had a pain in my arm, the strung-out feeling of an adrenaline hangover, and the memory of Terry ambushing me on the other side of the door when I took out the trash. I hugged myself as I sat with James in the back of an Uber, driven by a friendly older man.
Now, however, as the glowing, golden tower of the hotel actually comes within view, I start to relax as the reality of the situation sinks in. Terry is gone—forcibly ejected from my life. He was the most repulsive d**k before James made him stop. I’m finally free of him.
My thighs draw toge
