KISAREL.
Every inch of my body felt like I had been run over by a truck.
I peeled my eyes open, and the morning sun almost rendered me blind.
Jesus.
Last night's event came flooding back into my memory, and I did my very best to push it aside.
I wasn't going to let it get in the way. Like we agreed, we'll act like it never happened.
But there was a certain kind of butterfly stubbornly flapping its wings in my stomach for no reason. It was probably the kind that comes with being bedded by a man like Oceans Stark. Or the kind that comes with being f****d by a man one could categorize as the god of sin.
God. I might never be able to look at my boss the same way ever again. Not after witnessing this other side of him.
The thought alone made my center quake.
I was kinda good at pretend
