Off Limit: Claimed By My Ex-fiance's Step-dad
The words swirled in my head, mixing with fear, shame, and a tiny, terrifying spark of curiosity I didn’t want to acknowledge.
Zoey linked her arm with mine and stood up, gently pulling me along. “That’s enough for now. I think you’ve been stressed way too much. Let’s go to the club and have a little fun. You need to dance, drink something sweet, and forget all these demons for a few hours.”
I leaned my head against her shoulder for a second, grateful beyond words. “Thank you. Seriously. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
She grinned as we left the café, the evening lights of the city starting to glow around us. “Now gist me,” she said, bumping her hip against mine. “Was he good in bed?