-POV Derby
I didn’t leave his penthouse that night.
After he f****d me on the kitchen counter, after he carried me to his bed and took me again — slower this time, deeper, like he was trying to imprint himself on every inch of my soul — I stayed.
We lay tangled in his sheets, his arm heavy around my waist, his breath warm against my neck.
For the first time, it didn’t feel like a stolen moment.
It felt like something dangerously close to real.
But reality has a way of creeping in.
At 6:30 AM, his phone buzzed on the nightstand.
Jordan reached for it, glanced at the screen, and his body tensed.
I didn’t need to ask who it was.
Tamara.
He silenced the call and put the phone back down, but the damage was done.
The air between us shifted.
I sat up, pulling the sheet around my nake
