My parents are still awake when I get back to the townhouse, sent home early by an agitated Victor. He claimed a migraine, said he didn’t want to babysit my ass all the way until dawn, but we both know it was down to my awesome blowjob. Point to me!

I sucked out his freaking soul, and I don’t feel bad for one single second. All’s fair in love and war, right? And Victor picked war.

“Thanks,” I tell the driver, closing the door of a glossy black car. God knows why Victor insists on sending me home with his driver each night after torturing me, but I’m not gonna...