Tara's POV
I left the room feeling a bit salty from the way that scoundrel, Kylian, was sounding like he knew all about me and Ryder. It was hard to understand what had made him have that sort of audacity. It was probably because I had sunk down to where he was.
The pleasure of the moment with him had been undeniably good and unforgettable, as I hadn't had any such experiences in recent times, as Ryder had been quite preoccupied with his new mistress.
I felt like I was doing him a favor by giving him that sort of space to do what he wanted to do. That had me even more frustrated, as I wasn't sure of whom to be angry at. Me? Ryder? Amelia? Kylian? Or myself for screwing Kylian?
Kylian hadn't been part of the plan at first, but then things got really unbearable, and I just happened to
