-POV Derby
The days after the gala blurred into a painful routine.
I went to work. I smiled when people asked how I was. I avoided the tenth floor like it was on fire.
But Jordan was everywhere.
Not physically — he was smart enough to keep distance in public.
But in my head? He never left.
Every quiet moment, I remembered the way he’d f****d me against the door in his penthouse, the way he’d growled “you’re mine” while spilling deep inside me. The way his eyes had looked when he said he didn’t know how to let me go.
I was drowning in him.
And I was terrified I didn’t want to be saved.
On Friday night, I was alone in my apartment, curled up on the couch with a glass of wine, trying to forget.
My phone buzzed.
Jordan: Open the door.
My heart slammed against my ribs.
I should igno
