~Valerie~
My legs are f*****g Dede. Every step away from that VIP area feels like I’m dragging my body through thick, hot coals. My inner thighs are slick, sticking together with every stride, and the air hitting the wetness between my legs is a sharp, cold reminder of what just happened.
I’m shaking. Not because I’m scared, though I should be, but because my nerves are fried. My skin is still humming, vibrating from the way Evander just handled me. It’s a raw, scorching heat that won't settle.
I stumble down the back stairs, my heels clicking like a countdown on the wood, and duck into the staff locker room. It’s pitch black. I don't turn on the light. I can't look at myself in the mirror right now. I don't want to see the flushed, wrecked face of the girl who just let the Vice Preside
