Dre dropped onto the bed, clutching her hair.
She had kissed that man—that loser, that guy who had humiliated her. She took out her phone and opened the camera. Her lips were badly swollen. She touched them, remembering how Liam had controlled her—how his hands had wrapped around her waist even as she tried to pull away, how he had kissed her relentlessly, leaving her breathless.
The thought made her stand up instantly. She realised how he was taking advantage of her situation—she was vulnerable, and he had the upper hand. She had seen his real face. A saint in front of her parents, but something else entirely behind it. Maybe he wanted to keep her tied to him for as long as he was supporting her family.
She stood still, thinking she needed to get out of this situation—when her eyes fel
