Cindy
I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palms as I replayed the moment over and over again.
Kendrick should have caved.
He always did.
I had felt the way his body tensed beneath me when I moved against him, the way his breathing hitched despite his growls of warning.
I knew him.
I knew exactly how to undo him.
And yet…
He pushed me away.
He didn’t just resist—he fought me like I was nothing but a nuisance.
And then he left me sitting there like some desperate, pathetic fool while he ran after her.
The shame burned through me hotter than his rejection.
I pressed my fingers to my temples, squeezing my eyes shut.
No. This wasn’t real. This wasn’t possible.
Kendrick didn’t love Kimberly. He couldn’t.
He was probably just entertained by her—infatuated, maybe. But that
