Briana felt danger closing in, her back against the cold wall, with no escape.
The word "disgusted" snapped her back to reality. She spoke calmly, "You've got it all wrong. There's nothing between me and Desmond."
Scott didn't seem convinced, lifting her chin with a firm grip. His narrowed eyes and chilly tone cut through the air. "Then why the folic acid? Isn't it for pregnancy?"
Understanding his reaction now, Briana tried to rebut several times.
She wanted to say that folic acid was not only for pregnancy. But perhaps it was better if he believed so. At least he wouldn't suspect her of being pregnant.
Seeing him silent, Scott's hold on her chin tightened. "How far have you and Desmond gone? Or should I ask... how many times have you slept together?"
Briana felt a wave of humiliati
