Grace

“Let’s have sex, Miss Grace.”

I choked on my spit. My hand flew up to my mouth as I coughed, trying to understand what I just heard.

Sex? Like, actual sex?

Was this some kind of test? A hallucination? I already thought my life was over five minutes ago when I ran my mouth like a damn fool, and especially when he confirmed that I was the woman from that night. I thought I’d hit rock bottom. But apparently, there was still a floor to crash through.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I whispered under my breath. I stared up at him, wide-eyed. “I-I think you must’ve made...