Crash

I never thought I’d see Connor Rogers again. Not after three years. Naked, straddling him, watching him fall apart under my touch... I leaned down, brushing my lips on his neck, and whispered: "Give me the contract." His blue eyes darkened. And I knew I’d won. I always smiled at him. The curve of my lips? Carefully practiced. Just enough to seduce. Never enough to feel No one knew what hides behind that smile. Not the crash that had killed my mother. Not the baby I had lost at eight months, torn from me in a pool of blood. I didn’t love Connor. Not anymore. Not after everything. But I wanted him to love me. I wanted him to beg for me, to break for me. As for the woman who had hurt me, She would learn what it felt like to lose everything.