Debbie
(The Next Day)
The sun was setting, painting the sky in bruises of purple and orange as I pulled up to the house. My body felt heavy—not just from the long day at the company, but from the secret growing inside me. I was on my way back to Black’s house and right now, I just wanted to get to my room, kick off my shoes, and breathe.
But the moment I stepped into the foyer, the air changed. It was cold. Static.
Black was standing there. He wasn't moving. He was just leaning against the banister, his eyes dark and sharp like flint.
"Where are you coming from, Debbie?" His voice boomed. It wasn't a question. It was a demand.
I didn't stop walking. I didn't even look at him. "None of your business, Black."
I tried to pass him, but he moved with speed. His hand shot out and clamped
