“Oh, you didn’t tell me you have a stepsister, babe,” His fiancée said, her perfectly lined cat eyes scrutinizing me closely, then lingering a bit on the shirt on me. Her man’s shirt.
What was I even still doing here? My heart was beating fast. A second more, and I would embarrass myself. I walked fast past them, past her sugary perfume, her flirty laughter, and ran up the stairs.
The moment I reached my room, I slammed the door shut and sank to the floor, my hand holding my pounding chest.
What have I done?
I was still sore between my legs, my body still tingling with his touches. I still smelled like his soap. I…still felt new. Like a woman, but a heartbroken shattered woman.
Jeremy has a fiancée?
Then…what we had earlier meant nothing to him? No way. He had a painting of me in his
