THE MEET UP
~MAYA'S POV~
I stood in the executive suite bathroom, naked except for my underwear, staring at my reflection.
My collarbone was red and angry. The skin was tight and burning where I had scrubbed.
That rough soap felt like sandpaper. It was really strong, like the kind used to clean metal, not your skin.
But I had used it anyway, on my neck, my collarbone, my wrists, anywhere Liam had touched. I had scrubbed until I bled, until every trace of his laundry detergent was gone, until my skin was raw and screaming.
The clean smell of citrus cleaner had replaced him completely.
I had followed orders.
The choker sat on the marble counter, next to the sink, cold and twinkling under the lights. I had carried it in my bag all day, not wearing it.
But standing here, looking at m
