Nadia
By the time we reached Vincent’s office, I was no longer half-aroused, half-angry. I was fully furious.
I wouldn’t even look at him as he settled down heavily behind his desk. Dragged to this office – and whatever confrontation he had planned – against my will, I was sure in that moment that I hated him.
He’d earned my trust. Nobody had ever really done that before. But I’d really trusted him, even felt safe with him – and then he’d betrayed me. Which hurt even more than it would’ve if I’d never trusted him at all.
Vincent took a deep breath, clearly steeling himself to speak. He hid behind his blankest, blandest mask, but no amount of control over his expression could disguise the tears filling his eyes.
Whatever he wanted to tell me, it didn’t matter. I knew I couldn’t t
