AMANDA'S POV
"What's going on here?" Gloria's voice cut through the air like a blade, sharp and demanding.
My body went rigid.
"Cleaning," Donovan said flatly. "What does it look like?"
The flatness in his voice gutted me.
One moment ago, he'd been using me like a w***e. The next, the moment his girlfriend appeared, I became nothing. A dirty little secret he needed to hide.
For one wild, reckless second, I wanted to tell the truth. I wanted to stand up, wipe my mouth, and say: He had me on my knees. He made me—
But Gloria's gaze swept over me, cold and venomous, and I felt the threat beneath it. She didn't need to say a word. I knew—knew—that if I breathed a single syllable of what had just happened, she would destroy me.
Not with her fists. She couldn't win that
