Serena’s POV
I slammed the door shut behind me, as the sound echoed loud in the quiet night.
My chest heaved,as I leaned against the wall, my hands trembling with anger.
Daniel’s words clawed at my mind, like a fresh wound: “Be my mistress. For a year.”
The audacity, the sheer arrogance of him thinking he could buy me, own me, like I was some commodity to be traded for his desire.
My skin burned with the memory of his touch, his lips, the way my body had betrayed me with that kiss.
I hated him. I hated myself more for letting him get under my skin.
“f**k you, Daniel,” I muttered under my breath, my voice shaking with rage as I kicked off my heels, wincing as my aching feet hit the cold floor.
The living room was dimly lit, the flickering glow of the TV casting shadows across th
