Tristan’s POVI woke up to the feeling of someone watching me. My eyes opened slowly and there she was Victoria—standing a few feet away in the dim light of her penthouse living room. Her arms were crossed tight over her chest, hair messy from earlier, and her face showed a mix of hurt and anger that hit me straight in the gut. My phone sat on the table where I left it. The screen must have lit up again. Fuck. I sat up fast, shirt still half open from when she had been in my lap grinding against me.“Victoria,” I said, voice rough with sleep and the memory of her moans. “What’s wrong?”She picked up my phone and held it out toward me. Her hand shook a little. “Read it. The message that just came in while you were asleep on my couch after making me come twice.”I took the phone. The preview still showed on the locked screen: “Did you tell her the full truth yet about why you really took the job?” My stomach dropped hard. Heat rushed to my face. Guilt and fear mixed with the leftover
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