Sky’s POV
Two days had passed. Two days of cold showers and sterile flight time and the total silence of a new continent. We were in New York now. I sat at my desk in the outer office, a glass wall separating me from the world’s youngest billionaire. Just like what I have not become accustomed to, the office was high above the city, a place of glass and steel and definitely rigid control. This control was a lie. I felt none of it. I was chaos wrapped in a charcoal suit.
I blamed myself. I hated the foolish woman I became in San Francisco. I hated the woman who tore her own blouse out without thinking. I hated the desperate sound I made when Zayne drove himself inside me. I should have been stronger. I should have thought about the terrible risk. He did not use care. He used force and I g
