-POV Derby
The next morning I woke up with Jordan’s name still on my lips and shame burning in my chest.
I had come twice more last night thinking about him — fingers buried deep, whispering his name like a secret I couldn’t keep anymore. My body was sore in the best and worst ways. Every time I moved, I remembered how his thick c**k had felt stretching me, how his voice had growled that my p***y was his.
I hated how much I missed it already.
Work became my only escape.
I buried myself in reports, avoided the tenth floor like it was poisoned, and kept my phone on silent. Every notification made my stomach flip, but none of them were from him. He had gone quiet.
That silence felt worse than his messages.
By 3 PM, I was staring at the same spreadsheet for twenty minutes when my phone
