Maria Reyes
The cab ride home felt like a blur of rain-soaked streetlights and memories of Darian's body against mine. It had started raining earlier before I left. Darian's scent - sandalwood, leather, and something that was uniquely him - clung to me, a reminder I couldn’t shake off.
"You are not a whore." His words echoed in my mind, adding to the anger and shame I felt. He had hurt me again in the backseat of his car, and I allowed it to happen. I even asked for it. The thought made me feel sick. Naomi was out there, possibly walking into a trap because of me, because of Darian's money, and all I felt was the memory of his hands.
The cab stopped in front of the Reyes estate, which now felt threatening. Paying the driver felt slow and heavy. As the cab drove away, the quiet of the n
