Fiona’s POV
“Hey, you good?,” Paris muttered as she strode in with Jude, and I nodded, clutching her back a little too tightly. The room still smelled faintly of s*x and Jalen’s cologne,I prayed she didn’t notice.
My body still tingled, my legs still trembled, but I wanted more, I wanted to go back to him and f**k him more–fiercely, and I just couldn’t wait for Paris to be out.
She pulled back, grinning widely. “You look… different,” she said and raised her hand in an innocent surrender “Glowy. What’s the secret? Rich-girl holiday spa or something?”
I forced a laugh that sounded false even to my own ears. “Just glad to be back with you.”
“Hmm, I doubt that,” she added.
Then, Jude lingered near the door, arms crossed, watching us. When Paris turned to him, her smile softened into some
