Twisted Rivalry
But as the minutes ticked by, a deeper, uglier anger began to take root in my chest.
If he loved Sophie so much, why did he touch me? I hadn't forced him into that bed. He had willingly, passionately taken everything I had to give, knowing exactly who was waiting for him in the real world.
He wasn't just a strict boss protecting his image. He was a selfish, hypocritical liar.
Nearly an hour passed before the heavy double doors finally opened.