ISABELLA
I sank deeper into the lukewarm bathwater, letting it lap over my sore, marked body. The day had been an absolute nightmare; possibly the worst Monday in the history of Mondays.
My neck still ached from where Rafe had nearly choked the life out of me in that holding room, my cheek throbbed from Megan’s slap, and my pride? That was scattered in pieces across the executive floor and the boutique.
What the hell was I thinking?
The weekend with Rafael — with the Reaper, should never have happened. If I hadn’t let Luna drag me out, if I hadn’t melted under his touch like a pathetic, horny i***t, today would have been normal. Painful, yes, because he always humiliated me, but normal. Now I was trapped in this insane double life, playing both his secret s****l submissive and his mo
