Mikayla POV
My world flips upside down as I watch Rafe lead Alexia toward the back door and outside, his hand brushing against the back the same way it brushes against mine. My heart slows—painfully slow. My legs tremble.
How could I have been so stupid?
I knew exactly the type of man Rafe was, and I let myself fall anyway. My heart… shattered into a thousand pieces. He didn’t care about me; I was just someone to keep him entertained, a new toy he could play with until something better came along.
“John, I need the toilet; is that okay?” I asked.
My throat burned, my eyes stinging. I couldn’t break down—not here.
“Yeah, go on; I’ll be fine.”
I grabbed my bag and practically ran to the bathroom, the air smelled thick with bleach and stale pee. The cubicle door clicked shut behind
