Bella

I shook my head against her shoulder. “It’s not okay,” I choked out. “Nothing is fine right now.”

She didn’t argue. She just held me tighter, letting me cry until the sobs slowed to shaky breaths and hiccups. My makeup was ruined: smudged eyeliner and streaked foundation, but I didn’t care. None of it mattered anymore.

Lara eased back just enough to look at me, thumbs brushing the tears from my cheeks.

“What happened?” she asked softly.

I told her everything—Jones in Black’s office, the woman who looked like me, Black’s hands on my waist, his body pressed against mine, hard and unmistakable. The way Jones had chased me...