IVY
I stumble through the sliding glass doors and the noise from the party outside cuts in half, but my heart is still pounding like I just ran a marathon. To be honest, all the grinding I did on Jonathan (that’s his name, right?) could pass as a marathon race.
My panties are soaked through and clinging to me. I need to get upstairs before someone notices the wet spot that’s probably visible through this dress.
The marble staircase feels endless, but I finally make it to the second floor, and I’m about to head straight to my room, but I can’t do that without passing Knox’s study.
The room where he just stood and watched me dry f**k a horny adolescent boy like a thirsty girl. Those were his words, weren’t they?
I heave a sigh, trying to calm all my rather raging nerves, and continue
