“Cancel whatever you have with him tonight. You’re coming to me.”

Rook’s text landed while I stood in the kitchen watching Mark chop vegetables for dinner. The bruise on my ribs still ached under my shirt. I could feel the ghost of Rook’s teeth every time I breathed. My phone stayed hidden against my thigh as I typed back.

“He’s making dinner. I can’t just leave.”

The reply came in seconds.

“Then tell him work called. Or I send him the photos of my cum leaking out of you. Your choice, Lena.”

My stomach dropped. He had pictures. Of course he did. The ones I sent. The ones he took...