Chapter 3
The next morning the Velvet Lounge felt like a fever dream. Stephan had left just before dawn, kissing me slow and deep at the back exit, his c*m still leaking down my thighs under my robe. He’d pressed a key into my palm and whispered the address of his new apartment — a sleek high-rise downtown, far from the old house and my mother’s screaming.
“Come see me tonight after your shift, baby. I need to know you’re really okay.”
I slept a few restless hours, showered, and by evening I was standing outside his building in a simple black sundress, no bra, no panties. My p***y was still tender and swollen from last night, every step reminding me of how deep he’d f****d me.
The doorman let me up after I gave Stephan’s name. When the elevator doors opened on the 18th floor, he was al
