RAFAEL.

All throughout the meeting, I couldn't shrug off that damn feeling. The video she sent me... fuck. It's branded into my brain like a scar I'll never be free from.

Her body. The way she moaned my name like it was gospel. The way her back arched, the way her lips parted as she came, her hand lost between her thighs. That image wasn't something a man like me could just forget. And hell, I didn't want to.

I was jealous. Jealous of her goddamn hand. That lucky fucking hand. I should be the one doing that to her. I should be the one between her legs, hearing her...