*OUR NEW DEAL*
Flora's POV
I slammed my bedroom door so hard it rattled.
I marched straight toward the mattress and collapsed face-first into the mountain of plush pillows, letting out a muffled scream that was entirely swallowed by the fabric.
My mind was a chaotic, violent loop of what had just happened upstairs.
The audacity of that man. I rolled over onto my back, staring up at the ceiling while a bitter laugh forced its way out of my throat. I kicked my legs out, staring blankly at the empty space.
“Feelings for Tyler Sinclair? Ha!” I spoke out loud to the empty room, my voice echoing off the walls. I laughed awkwardly at the absolute, terrifying absurdity of his question. “That is officially the very last thing I would ever do on this earth. Even if someone held a rusted sword
