Freya

I was still catching my breath, wrapped in Ryder’s arms, when he suddenly asked the question that made my stomach drop.

“Freya… tell me what really happened at the fundraiser last night.”

I blinked, surprised. My mind went completely blank for a second. Why is he asking me that now? Right after we just finished fucking?

I closed my eyes as the memories rushed back in. The way Mr. Jenkins had stared at me like I was nothing but a prostitute or a whore. The way he had leaned in, inhaling my scent, kissing my neck… I squeezed my eyes shut tighter. The image alone made my stomach twist...