Zander POV
The bike screamed under my hands.
I didn't give a f**k about speed limits or safety or any of that s**t. My knuckles were white on the handlebars, my jaw clenched so tight I could taste blood. The anger was everywhere, crawling under my skin like something alive and hungry.
“Do you also need an orgasm? I can help you get one and we call it equal.”
Mara actually said that to me?
She dismissed me like I was nothing, like last night meant nothing to her. To me. To us.
That cutting line played on repeat in my head like a song I couldn't stop hearing.
Yesterday, she walked into that bar in a dress that screamed for attention and designed to make men lose their minds.
She'd walked in knowing I was watching, knowing I couldn't look away.
She knew exactly what she was doing t
