CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
~ Camilla
I couldn't get out of his office fast enough.
My heart was racing, and my p***y was burning. The hallway stretched before me like an endless corridor. My legs felt like jelly, unsteady beneath me. My blouse was a wrinkled mess, hanging off my shoulders like a token of everything I hated. My hair was a disaster, tangled and wild from him running his hands through it like he owned me. Which, in his eyes, I suppose I was.
I walked straight into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. My hands were shaking, my breath ragged as I yanked my skirt up, furious at myself, furious at him. As I reached the bathroom, I almost stumbled into the door, my hands trembling. I slammed it shut behind me and leaned against the cold tile, taking a shaky breath. Damn him.
