ELENA

The jarrying music of the club faded as I stepped out of his office. My head pounded as I walked and my heart raced so fast, I thought I would collapse there.

I was happy my tear streamed face wasn’t drawing attention to me. I pushed past bodies as I made my way to the exit door.

Outside, the driver was already waiting. I reached for the car door, eager to escape but a hand stopped me.

Looking up I saw Lorenzo watching me. His dark eyes held something unreadable.

Embarrassed, I tried to wipe my face with my hands, my mascara must have smudged on my face but...