"You're not thinking straight, Lola."
Even though Desmond's voice was as silky as usual, there was a demand in it tonight that I felt like it was hammering into my chest. My thoughts were racing with confusion, regret, and rage as I stood across from him in the penthouse suite. I was too tired to resist his offer, which was still there, dangling before me like the most enticing poison. I was too exhausted by the never-ending mental games and the loneliness I experienced as Yemi grew farther away every day.
I clinched my teeth and muttered, "You're wrong," my voice wavering despite my efforts to control it. "I am fully aware of what I am doing."
“You think so?” Desmond took a step closer, his eyes analyzing me as though he were dissecting me, piece by piece. Do you honestly think you can
