ELARA Four days. It had been four days since the club. Four days since I let a stranger touch me in ways David never had. I felt guilty, yes. But I also felt alive. My skin still tingled when I thought about the man’s hands. Rough, scarred, possessive. He hadn't treated me like a mannequin. He had treated me like I was the only water in a desert. But reality had crashed back in. We were in David’s bright red Ferrari, speeding toward Summerlin. The engagement party. "Stop picking at your nails," David snapped, glancing at me. "You look nervous. It makes you look guilty." "I am nervous," I said, staring out the window at the passing palm trees. "I’ve never met your father." "He’s just an old man with too much money and a god complex," David scoffed. "Just smile, agree with whatever boring story he tells, and look adoringly at me. Can you manage that?" I didn't answer. I adjusted the strap of my dress. It was an emerald green silk gown, backless, with a deep V-neck. David chose
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