After the One night stand with the billionaire

ora'

eyes slowly. I stretched with a lazy yawn and sat up, blinking against t

pty. Sebast

e sat a neat

head. What the heck did he take me for? Some random

dy. I had let him touch me, kiss me, make me forget who I was for one reckless night. And

things. I just wanted out. This place suddenly felt wrong, like I didn't

hower, determined to get home first. My hand was a

right where the sunlight

ain gleamed, and the pendant glowed f

rled around it, and the weight surprised me. Cold, heavy... expe

'd just forgotten it. I turned the necklace over in my hand, its weight heavy, almost delibe

d walked the night before. At the front desk, I slid the key across with

at my phone. It was mid morning already. My shoulders

cy. I climbed inside, closed the door, and just sat there for a moment. My

ever have let Sebastian touch me. But that excuse tasted bitter, even to

uce, the little gifts I thought might make him smile. My chest tightened as I

d toward the h

s standing

ut no. She was really there, arms crossed over h

lips. My heart pounded like a war d

l are you doing

d. "Anora...

d feel the heat rolling off me. "We have noth

e swallowed hard. "Ple

d in and saw you fucking my fiancé on his couch?" My voice c

eyes. "It just... ha

a liar. A backstabbing traitor.

e whispered, one

s didn't move

te the steel I tried to hold. "You were like a s

my hand, but I jer

t. Touc

a shaky breath, then turned and

etreat. My mind screamed, my che

t it. My body slid down until I hit the floor, my breaths shallow, my chest tight. The m

ould they do

. Enough. I was done wasting myself on people who could betray

it hurts. But

the shower. The hot water scalded my skin, but I scrubbed harder, as though I

stepped out, wrapped a towel aroun

here beneath the girl who had gone through a lot, I saw a v

n a quick breakfast I barel

t least I wasn't going to sit h

ble. I picked it up. It was cold, and heavy. I told myself I'd return it when I saw