ELENA’S POV Guilt was gnawing at me, eating me alive like fire burning on dry paper. Ever since Cindy burst in and since that slap, I’d been trying to convince myself to end this madness. I told myself I wouldn’t answer Drego’s texts. I promised I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me, hearing from me, or pulling me back into his world. But my mind had other plans. Every time I shut my eyes, I could feel his hands on me. Rough, desperate, claiming every part of me. His deep flirtatious voice, teasing, commanding, and echoing in my head. And worse still, my body was weak against him, even when my heart screamed no! I hated him. God, I really do. But deep down, I blamed myself even more for wanting him. “Babe,” David’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. He was sitting on the couch, his tie loosened, eyes soft in a way that always made me feel safe. Unlike Drego, David didn’t burn me—he calmed me. He was the life I was supposed to want but stupid me I desired otherwise.
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