Medora
I kept lying to myself that I wasn’t waiting for Reign. I told myself I was just trying to wrap up my paperwork before heading home. But deep down, I knew the truth—I was waiting for him, waiting for him to show up and rough me up the way only he could.
Okay, Medora. Enough. You need to stop this mess and go home.
Listening to the voice of reason, I gathered my things, switched off the office lights, and locked the door behind me. At this hour, the school was practically empty except for the janitor. I walked toward my car, fumbling for my keys, only for a strong hand to wrap around my wrist before I could open the door.
“Hey, to you too,” I said, snapping my arm free.
Reign stood there, unbothered, his lips curled into a knowing smirk.
I wasn’t even sure why I was mad, but I
