MIMI

The ride back home was silent and yet suffocating. My back was stiff and straight, it barely relaxed into the seat of the car as my hands dug into my dress, a hopeful barrier away from the skin of my thighs.

My teeth clenched recalling the very scene at dinner with Kennedy Goodwin and Corrie.

I didn't even want to be there but Devon dragged me there wanting to make a good impression because he and Kennedy had some business.

Everything would have been perfect, if not for the way Devon looked at Corrie. His eyes ogled her the entire night and she wasn't even dressed for the occasion....