SCARLETT BLACKSTONE
A few hours later, I stirred awake, the events of the previous night flooding back to me in a whirlwind of disbelief and excitement. I had actually slept with Blackstone. It was hard to fathom that I had summoned the bravery to go through with it. The thrill of our passionate encounters replayed in my mind: how I had taken charge, the electric moment our eyes met as he took control, the initial discomfort that quickly faded, and the overwhelming rush of reaching that peak together.
When Logan guided me to the bathroom, a wave of embarrassment washed over me, especially as I recalled my sister's harsh words implying I could never satisfy a man like him. Yet, hearing him voice his pleasure was like a soothing balm for my worries, even if I still questioned his honesty.
