Jalen’s POV
Elena closed the door behind her with a soft click that sounded louder in my ears in the quiet office. The morning light sliced through the blinds in harsh stripes across the desk as she leaned on it,
She looked at the panties on the floor again. Then at me.
“I saw her leave,” she said quietly. “Hair was a mess and her legs were still shaking while she walked. I've always wanted that with you, Jalen.”
I stayed silent. There was nothing to say that wouldn’t make this worse, I was already bursted.
She took one step forward. Then another.
“I could ruin you, Jalen.” Her voice cracked on my name. “One call to Marian. One anonymous tip to the board. One photo of those marks on your neck that aren’t from me. And it’s over. Your career. Your reputation. Fiona’s future.
